a new war is comming
its our turn to die
bend over
ive lived in alleyways and ditches
eaten things that youve disgarded
but
dark star is calling
black moon is filling up the endless
we can make the beast with two backs baby,
with a
its just another day,
with just another disappointment left to render
my heart is as black as the darkest night
filled with
and i know, there is blood on satans claw tonight
but
you hate your mortal race, your kind
inside, you hate the
every night and every day its the same fucking thing
its
cremation teardrops are falling like rain
and i cant hold it
wait a minute
let the blood begin to flow once again
last
a curse for the body a curse for the soul
we
the fire in me
instinct fills me
the metamorphasis, my body takes
you are the cancer of the world so do your
we will pray in the synagogue of the seven spiders
lay
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