Old Age, Sickness and Death Metal

Deep in the Realm of Chaos There rise Seven Churches Inside at Altars of Madness We sing Symphonies of Sickness Madness Torment Chaos Rotting Gore Old Age, Sickness, Death Metal We took the Left Hand Path And suffered Cranial Torment Like an Ever Flowing Stream We Scream Bloody Gore We need Harmony Corruption To escape our Mental Funeral To rise Above the Mind of Morbidity For in the end Slowly We Rot Old Age, Sickness, Death Metal We have a Consuming Impulse To scour Beneath the Remains Our Hallucinating Anxiety Takes us to the Lost Paradise Rotting Morbid Aching Remains Old Age, Sickness, Death Metal Madness Torment Chaos Rot Rotting Morbid Aching Remains

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026