The thick swamps of being
A hidden habitant from conception
Creator of nightmares, hate!

When thoughts are darkened
Death is not a punishment anymore
But the new cult, an eternal pain

Disgusting incisive spores
Following the stench of blood
To achieve joy, suffering!

An essential element of life
From the entrails of the soul
Thirsty for perpetual torments

The sharp cuts the flesh, nightmare beings
Blood begins to drain
The taste of torture, suffer, scream, cult of hate

Repugnant, despicable and worthless
Covered with a mask of goodness
When the art of torture is hidden
Shameless

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