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Stench of decay, creeping in despair
A half man approaches you
To share his wisdom
But not a word you can’t understand

Twenty million unsigned graves
Dug by your gods
The world drowns in blood of the dead
Raging spirits surround us

What kind of god
Would teach a man
To rip off a man's head
From his fucking shoulders

Prepare your self to bleed
And get sharpen your blood lust
A fearful time is coming.
A new death deal so get over your self
And prepare to kill!!!

What kind of leader
Would teach its offspring
To rip off a man's head
From his fucking shoulders

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