| Gone, is, all reason
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| Pitch darkness drowns each season
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| Minds, fall, in despair
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| Stench of death filling the air
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| The pain surges swelling to release
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| Thoughts of mayhem flow so freely
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| Regard for life falls the way of apathy
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| Tearing souls apart, cursing divinity
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| Crimson dreams of what’s to be
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| Torn to shreds, Food for the pigs
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| Rage will lead temptation
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| Pain begets salvation
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| Slaughter will set our demons free
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| Well fuck this world dead
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| When they find the steal penetrate the walls of their cold being
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| Eyes stare cold and lifeless, empty souls fall to their knees
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| No emotion in this wraith as the bodies rid of fluid
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| The pigs born of the flames below, consume all that is green
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| Death to all that cross, tear out their beating heart, human gristle for the
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| pigs
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| Death to all that cross, tear out their beating heart, human gristle for the
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| pigs
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| Fall of all humanity, the violent end that was foreseen
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| The coming in the form of human plague
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| Gone, is, all reason
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| Pitch darkness drowns each season
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| Minds, fall, in despair
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| Stench of death filling the air
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| Rage will lead temptation
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| Pain begets salvation
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| Slaughter will set our demons free
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| Well fuck this filthy world dead to
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| End to cleanse to cease the disease
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| Fall to hell mans fate will be
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| Rise will the beast a new dawn breeds
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| Seeds of hatred planted
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| Generations of bloodshed
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| Calling for a definitive end |