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Skies of flesh, rotting the atmosphere
In your coffin, you will not rest
The smell of blood, will attracts many

It's a duel of a world, which vomited bile
I watch the horizon of corpses
Bodies thirsty of cruelty

Blood it's dripping on a corner
Its decay is spreading
Spilling a torrent of rot

Skies of flesh
Skies of flesh

Disciples of the final day
Will be feed on your flesh

Now, bodily dismemberment
A storm of bones is falling on Earth
Infinite rotting universe

Skies of flesh, rotting the atmosphere
In your coffin, you will not rest
The smell of blood, will attracts many

Skies of flesh
Skies of flesh

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