Meticulously made by society
Under pain of death
we must accept without regret
here it is the oath of anguish
sentenced here to withness the terror

Burning wings on your back
It was an unexpected attack
Fallen angels on earth
after being stripped from their worth
Cursed from the sky
They've been sent here to die

Made in secrecy by the unworthy
Silenced by decree we're forced to live in misery
Here it is the oath of anguish
without your consent you started your decent

All day long under a suffocating sun
All night long under a tortured mind
Is there a cure to elevate the pain?

No one seems to care
Reaction deficient
No one is aware of mass necropsies

Rotten in cemeteries The graves are forgotten
Death by dysentery, grim reaper has now got them
The great divide, back in the soil, they will provide
A feast made of corpses

With eyes fully open
Gorged with blood
All this pain inflicted
It will happen again

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