Im walking alone in the forest
A Wraith Fog surrounds my path
I hear voices of young children cry
But yet I cannot see their shapes in my mind

I notice sepulchral mounds
They are buried hundreds of years ago
These graves are nameless
They are meaningless for their creator

Chorus:
They suffered too much
They cannot revenge their deaths
Their souls are praying in cry
For their tormentor suffer enough

I attempt to understand their toungue
Young children are slaughtered long time
I see them bathed in acid
Then a shot of cum into their fearing eyes

Chorus

Pissed, shitted, stumped, raped
Now they are unnecessary
Its time to bury them alive
The forest is silent, You dont have to worry

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