Utopia Sprawls freeze at will
A lone wolf bawls at his kill
A plague of feverish overtures
Inhumanity struggles to find a curse

Sickness
Infection
My own creation sickness of perfection

At the grips of dementia
The strong grasp of dementia

In the beginning the pandemic was spread
And in the end all the non-believers will be dead
Ice to stop the arteries and veins
Then in fire they will burn in Heaven in eternal pain

Unleash the influenza
To cast the Church to doom
I bring out the best in Death
A prayer upon the waxing moon

Sickness
Infection
My own creation sickness of perfection

At the grips of dementia
The strong grasp of dementia

Sickness
Infection
My own creation sickness of perfection

At the grips of dementia
The strong grasp of dementia

I am the virus, the pandemic
I am the parasite, the fever
I am the bacteria, the influenza
I am the disease, I am the plague

Sickness
Infection
My own creation sickness of perfection

At the grips of dementia
The strong grasp of dementia