1. GROWN IN THE MOLD SORES

Someone should burn in hell after death
And someone burns during the life
The city turned into the hell in reality
Existence of the human population is at risk
Children's faces covered with countless sores
Are reflecting apathy
They haven't neither fear nor hope
Human beings destined to become food
For numerous carnivorous beasts
Tons of stale human flesh are replacing by landscape
Of lacerated bodies


2. IMPREGNATED WITH PUS

Technogenic catastrophe
Transformed megacity into lifeless ruins
Subway and sewerage have become catacombs
For hundreds of thousands of human bodies
Tons of biomass are decaying
Soaking all surrounding area with purulence
Painful mutations affect survivors


3. TRANSFORMATION INTO A PUTRID MASS

Incubation of nuclear sludge
Encouraging super human species
Transfuse my weak feeble capsule
Introducing a superior immortality

Infinite - divine - heinous - absolute - ominous
Subjecter - destroyer - I will reign!!!

Reversal, rejection
My body is now regressing

Body fluids leaking
Skin to bone transformations has begun
Hair loss, skin blistering
Must infuse more to feed

The rotting, and the smell, my appendages
Are slowly withering away
Dripping ooze of which once pumped life into me
Melting composition into a puddle of once I reigned
Everlasting divinity miscarried
Into a transformation of putrid mass
I am dead!!!