| Behind the black forest
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| Centre of the rotten field
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| There’s a forgotten evil grave
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| Concealing enormous evilness
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| The bones have changed to dust
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| A coffin there never was
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| The tombstone is knocked down
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| God made this all properly
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| Six feet under lies the corpse
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| Flesh was simmered, only skeleton was left
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| But did they see the dissoluteness
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| That within they religion was
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| All we imagine that evil is dust
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| Like the corpse in this unconsecrated grave
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| But Armageddon approaches all the time
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| And when the time will reach
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| It’s turn to think, to what to believe
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| Humanness is your weakness
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| Temptations are your enemies
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| Lies are your daily vices
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| And disbelief will be your end
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| Disagreeable impurity
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| Disproves existential adherence
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| Malevolence and desolation
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| Condemn the funeral souls
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| As retaliation of heathenism
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| Is immolation of humanity
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| Christian resurrection
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| Is only deception
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| Incessant morbid suffering
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| Dismembers humanity to despair |