歌词：Pestilence. Chronic Infection.

Forced isolation in centuries of disgust
Disease of the soul, living lives which are lost
Muddled identities, living out days
Scaring it's victims, a formless face

Respiratory skin eruptions
With protrudes eyes they see
How facial features are rotting away
Mutilating, endlessly

Trapped, separated from humanity
Epidemic, fatal destiny
A foul odor from gangrenous parts
Incurable sick they'll be

Pain and suffering will stay
Bodies slowly will rot away
Unable to provide curative treatment
Sudden death, morbidity
High, raise plague mortality
Corpses putrefy horribly
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

Territories in dreariness
Neglected fields in what you see
People escaped
This unpredictable reality

Loss of men accelerates
Laicization of society
Extirpate indiscriminately
Bodies of the dead decayed
Where they had breathed last

Filled with fear, death is near
Belonging to the past
Thousands of men put away in isolation
Suffered from the chronic infection

Infection, infection, infection
Chronic infection, chronic infection
Chronic infection, chronic infection