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...The highest sight is owned by the darkest self...he's sentenced to his self...he seeks the way to arise, and finds his hell in heaven...


Clusters of bombs charged with no powder but hate.
Drops of mercy are decayed.
A cold march is heard from beyond.
The day I was born was my last decaded of pity.



I see a new mankind, coming from the horizon
The unmoral are back, to recover what's their own.


This is our emblem, of human raping songs that we entone.
No one knows, what's to enjoy at the level of an assassin's ellegance...As we the Merciless!


The more we shout, the more we are trapped
It has been our pity who has betrayed us.


This is our emblem, of human raping songs that we entone.
No one knows, what's to enjoy at the level of an assassin's ellegance...As we the Merciless!


Last words (with bomb alarms and a hostil war going on) :
The destroyers of the world!!!! , hell...making spoilers from the walls....The smell of Death's in the air!!!! It's a war declared for the pride of the impious!

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