Azazel (PL) - Disgrace of Lord

Disgrace of lord
Living carrion , meat bloody
Without hands , without legs , wit eaten noses
Alive inside and dead outside
Feeling just pain , thinking corpse
They have sined when they have born the myself
And the lord told them :
Let the pestilence bite you
Let your brains decayed
Twisted parts of body , teared eyes and tongues
Let your meat conceal itself by ulceres
Let your blood corrupt
Let the curse be your clothes
And don't even let dogs lick your wounds
Punished by lord
Tortured to the end of their days