Look into the life, tissue is working  Glutinous carrion creats a tribe  Lord of plasm build the kingdom  Spit out your soul on the bloody cross    Hard to digest, a while of silence  You're bleeding glutinous dose  Like a priest you're praying  Breathless, new dead life    Lord of plasm, lord of tribe  the sign of sweet suffering  Save your mind, hide yourself  in the dead place with a chance to survive    Piercing scream from your trachea  Suicidal cry of the rotten flesh  Deadly pain, buring veins  Glutinous ghost takes your soul    Tribe of the glutinous tissue  It's no fun being lord of plasm  Tribe of the glutinous tissue  It's no fun being hard to digest