| Die! Slowly you're dying | |
| From this contagious disease | |
| Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure | |
| Your passing is a sure thing | |
| Your thoughts are empty and hopeless | |
| Nothing is left for you now | |
| Having to live with this terrible certainty | |
| Praying is all you can do | |
| It's vicious and crippling and slowly, | |
| Your life will end | |
| But how long will it take to save us from the plague | |
| With fatal convulsions the plague is reaching for us | |
| God knows! | |
| What will it take to save us from the plague | |
| Contracted by blood | |
| The virus can be in us all | |
| You're one of it's victims, but then thousands more | |
| And they won't be the last | |
| So many civilisations before | |
| The mighty, the proud and the brave | |
| The poor, the rich - | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| Soon they'll all end in |