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Creatures of the night
Bones, blood and rottenness
Screams in the air of a dying world
Chains on the doors, bullets on the minds
Infect the souls of the mankind

Hunger and thirst, so tepicalle are
The blood of present, being, declaring
Demons of the darkness, where they live.
Their biggest fears and pleasure
Are their usual companions, for fools and weak
It's the only way to exist ...

The horsemen ride, shouting of revenge
They steal, they kill, they murder
Minds, dreams and laughter
In this world drowning in diregard.
God is watching them from the cradle

Those faithful who weep in church,
Those hypocrites in fance clothes,
Those politicians and anarchists,
Those fakes and facists ..

Wars, starvation and death,
Men will bur'em in their mind
Be quenching the thirst pleasures,
Choking with their souls ..
In a world set on fire.

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