Entering The Arena Of The Unwell - The Rotted

A pain prolonged — our hunger grows but we still walk on

The fires still burn — their ashes blocking out the sun…

The Earth remains unmoved by our demise

The blackened twisted trees reach for the skies

The cold upon our skin cuts like a knife

As we edge towards the last days of mankind…

The road takes its toll as man reverts to animal

An instinct to survive — we kill and steal to stay alive…

The Earth remains unmoved by our demise

The blackend twisted trees reach for the skies

The cold upon our skin cuts like a knife

As we edge towards the last days of mankind…

Our road will be long, our pain prolonged

Our hunger grows but we still walk on

The few that remain — disfigured and maimed —

Stalk the land for human prey

They teach us how to die

Help us lead a more positive death…

A barren world as ash and debris coat the Earth

A final breath — our journey only leads to death…

The Earth remains unmoved by our demise

The blackened twisted trees reach for the skies

The cold upon our skin cuts like a knife

As we edge towards the last days of mankind…