The quintessence
Of mediocrity
Is the monument
Of your mortality
Ashes you were,
I like the smell of a dead child
Whose I cut
Crowded like animals
You're the waste of existence
Doomed to ignorance
You'll di
Devant la symphonie oppressante,
L'art macabre se doit d'operer par des
Cold rains of blood
Falling overnight
The persecuted mass
Is screaming of pain
Instrumental
Insipid and trifling
It's the mistress of spiritual masturbation
At the edge
Everyday eating excrements
Kneeled your head in the bog
Hard or soft
Your senility reflects your dying religion
Decades of reign among the
Born under the banner of valour
Defending their land sword in
Welcome to the last journey
No luggages needed
Come in, all! It's
The end
Can you hear the macabre silence?
Can you smell the
Execution is the matrix of epuration
Kneeled and blindfolded
Your life of
A new race for a new world
Is the reason I
Gathered around our prey
We're observing our victory
This weak human and
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