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The Breeding of Death - text


Soul, full of hate
Fists, made to annihilate
And so, my anger breeds my insanity
Sickened, by everything that surrounds me

Eradicating their existance, I accomplish death and inner peace
No thoughts of mercy, they flee when they dare face me

Corruption, in my vein
I judge and I deliver pain

They cry, when their eyes foresee that they die
And my, thirst needs to be quenched till no one's alive

Denied feeling any emotion since my early years
I yearn for every last one of them to die, suffer

The breeding of death

Text přidal Baphomet

Video přidal Baphomet

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