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Overkill
05:12
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terrorized, victimized
spiral into suicide
targets are identities
alienate minorities
orchestrated by the faith
of gods everloving wraiths
if they are gods sent saviors
nail them to the fucking cross
devoid of love or hope
beaten to a bloody pulp
instruments for power grabs
the more are hurt, the more it works
fascist minds seek alike
under nation or Jesus Christ
if you believe what they preach
nail them high and nail them deep
syndicates calculate
victims of future hate
to devide, curb and drown
drones need someone to punch down
morally superior
deceiving exterior
breach the hull let them bleed
nail them high nail them deep
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Terror
03:20
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In cramped hands. The fear strikes. End it all. Mother's toll. Sun burns bright. Will denied. Burn the light.
Away flies. Our demise. Corpses dream. So sincere. Bring us near. Out of zeal and. Your virtue.
Dead and lost they curse the sky. For its fault they can't deny. They call us, we shall comply.
Suffer is what we shall do. Being one with pain so pure. Alone gods will know it's true.
Terror
The true end. Smell of pus. Of cracked thoughts. Decaying. Vestiges. Will erodes. Give us hope.
Way of flames. To the great. Cinder gate. Whispers lure. Kissing death. The last breath. Winds of ash.
That what once was now derails. Once set free it spreads the planes. Burdened what lies in its trails.
Are we none or are we dead? Now the answer lies ahead. Free we are but so misled.
Gusts of fear. Roam the plane. As if it were. Life's remains. Last confessed. Manifest. Children lost.
Weeping sin. And akin. Embracing. Every bent. Transient. Moment out. Of cramped hands.
Physicality snaps back. Before we grasp the attack. They have bound us to the rack.
Fade our sight, silence our souls. Into the void we are called. Nothingness surrounds us all.
Terror
Looming. Violence. Breaking. Spirits. Torture. Chambers. Build. From. Within.
Putrid. Terror. Seeking. Vengeance. Nothing. Left. To. Rebuild. Strongholds.
Hail terror, our savior.
Death tortures in its name.
Our paths are edged in flesh.
God has died in vain.
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Boundless Chaos SN, Germany
Life may come and life may go, but chaos is forever
Come my son and you will see, tonight we burn together
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