Down the sour drains   Below the world you think you know   Where man does never tread   For no sun ever shined that deep down low      Down the rotten dark   From the filth of mankind it is born   Breathing the stench of rancid sewage   Growing as a freak in the decayed brewage      [CHORUS]   From life it sets all free   Indulged in killing spree   Disguised as the one to be   Draped in disease   Medication set aside   No cure here to confide   In your veins it then shall hide   Draped in disease      Subterranean growth maligned   Abomination the kind   Balterium lord of twisted mass   Eyeless but not blind      Feasting the excrements   Of a thousand infections severe   Crawling as a snake   In the spreading epidemic lair      Down the fluid hell   Stained are the walls with its poisoned breath   Roots of pestilent plague   The rates abide its ways as a tail of death      Down the hive of chills   From the filth of mankind it now feeds