作词 : Lars Bo Nepper
作曲 : Jari Sielemann Holopainen/Jacob Wammen/Sebastian Skousgaard
The sound of retching like music to my ears
The forming of sores makes my cells feel so alive
I await in the beds of the sick I lie and wait
I implore cancerous infectious force

Reaching in longing to spread my grip
A deadly trip resisting bacteriophage
Yet still no one truly knows my name
Bilious contagion is my game

I will evolve infecting all of you I am disease sending you to your grave
Smell of death is what I like the best reaper scythe shadows my every stride
Tiny ones living inside of you Hemophage eats you from inside out
Tragedy befalls the human´s fate Your race surpassed by my bacteria

Filling graves growing piles of mounted dead
Never enough my cravings call for yet more blood
A crimson rain shall birth forth from bursting veins
There is no god to save you from the end to come

I am god festering inside your skull
Culling the weak exterminating all I meet
Pathogen with a mind of its own
A perfect fate the end of the human race