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The Rotten Swamp
04:09
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Just when the skies were cleared
The hordes ravaged thy cold trails
I'm the scythe, the unhallowed son
Determined to conquer everything
It has been forseen our fate,
We'll crush the human strongholds
To mere fucking ash
Handfuls of members
Our rotten trophys
Discarded to the pit
Skin degradation
Mutant floyd
Rotteness arising in the swamp
Just fuck out
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I'm holding my infected arms with force
walking through blood puddles under storm
the chasm lurked me, to give a carnal offer
now I'll revive and chew
I cum to cure
Locked in this cave I rave
Feeling your cursed reek, so close to me
Dismembering carefully, this squalid body
I'll vomit bones once again
Your reek floyds, my spittle boils
Once again
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A pious entity, will take us to a null life
Agony and revenge, are creating a flesh warfare
Impending words, preach the malevolent doom
Carving the graves
Cause of skies
Between howls
To bury us all
It is the chaos shed
it have the mace to judge
Bludgeoning the masses
Is the monument to the skies
Wraths are unleashed
The Skies begin to open up
Agony and revenge, are creating a flesh warfare
Impending words, preach the malevolent doom
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Cruel Plague Wreck
06:06
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Must I sink everybody down
Into the deepest chasm?
Do I take them to the sewers,
Where their seas can't never drown me?
Wreckage of the plague
Cruel, breed its own herd
A drained horde, disgraced, condemned
I'll drag them with me.
Must I sink everybody down
Into the deepest chasm?
Do i take them to the sewers,
Where their seas can't never drown me?
Liberation through obliteration
Slaves in rusty chains, won't never surface
From the dephts.
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Locked in its bubble
Ceaseless, towards its distorted end
Our image of revulsion
Walk, encouraged to his purpose
Misconstrued, the loathsome breath
Impact us to his self-destruction
Hideously becoming
Our past in mere vulgarity
All we were thrusted by a dream
To swallow our blasphemies and resign
This world hasn't place for me
Our vestiges will be our shit
Hold this burden will bow we down
To the almighty mandate of news
So rise your jars to the crescent
We'll sooner be dead
Fucking loathsome
Wasted life
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