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