Mass epidemic

Our eyes are burned with rage.
We are devoured with a worm of oblivion.
Who's made it with us?
What shakes us from within?

I know we should run.
Where? We don't know.
In dark abysses of your worlds
We'll find rescue.

The cold's pulled out from bowels
We devour fire.

Burned with rage!

The strange seed's generated enmity.
In painful delight we rush.
And silence of stars
Reminds us of fast destruction

The cold's pulled out from bowels
We devour fire.