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Just when the skies were cleared

The hordes ravaged thy cold trails

I'm the scythe, the unhallowed son

Determined to conquer everything

It has been forseen our fate,

We'll crush the human strongholds

To mere fucking ash

Handfuls of members

Our rotten trophys

Discarded to the pit

Skin degradation

Mutant floyd

Rotteness arising in the swamp

Just fuck out