2 окт. 2020 г., 08:21

Mors ultima ratio 

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Hold in my cold hands
The stone of venerable filth
I want to beleive in madness
Roaming between fire and sadness

When I hear the whisper, begins the ceremony of the killer
Answer the great masters - give'em more death faster
I'm the shapless victory, diurnal chaos for human crowd
Symbol of the silence arrival of the vast sun. black and proud

This is more than paranoya
Awful scream after the rapture
Confusing years of aggression
The rage is my possession

Fast and rapid fire
Decapitate my mercy
The ground I will destroy
Thanks to all your wicked souls

I'm against the fuckin' light
Summon all supernatural forces
To burn away for the glory of darkness
And this time will be the last warfare

Skeletons of your christian nature
Tarred and bedraggled
There is no heaven without hell
Ready to explode, world in a shell

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