Rotting Hill

Disposal of the sick

Execution of the wicked

A soil filled with centuries of remains

Absurd ways of death

Die, die by the sword

Die, die by the rope

This hearse is a one-way ride

A ride into oblivion

Enter the kingdom of scavengers

Dressed up in shackles and chains

Die, die by the axe

Die, die by the flames

Welcome to Rotting Hill - a realm of carnivores

Guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail

Sunrise over Rotting Hill - cursed throughout centuries

Beasts shall unite on