Trying to escape the conspiracy of antipathy.
Running the unholy streets of hate.
Goatmilkers are hunting this family of sodomy.
To persuade those filthy fags to desecrate.

Chased by torches and pitchforks.
Running across the dead end street.
Thousands of men ready to slaughter them.
Wanting the Jehovah race to bleed.

Run fags Run! We will hunt you down.
Ready to take your lives from you.
Run fags Run! It's all over now.
Killing is what we love to do.

Bleed fucks bleed! Please bleed to death.
We want the pitchfork to impale your brain.
Bleed fucks bleed! Everything bloody red.
Impale them all! Going insane!

All of a sudden at the end of the road.
An old woman yells: here you will be safe.
She lets them in and leads the way to the basement.
Locks them up because they misbehave.

Locked them in cages and boxes.
No daylight and no oxygen.
The smell of rotting corpses.
Survive by eating poo and drinking urine.

They didn't know that they entered.
The town of fear and anxiety.
The village of darkness and obscurity.

They didn't know that they entered.
The district of lividity.
The unholy streets of blasphemy.

They didn't know that they entered.
The house of desanctification.
The manor of murder and suffocation.

They didn't know that they've entered.
The dungeons of extermination.
The cellars of abrogation.

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