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Silent rats are waiting in their holes

Predatory hearts are beating in sole march

I am the rat, I am Plague-Spot

I aggravate all your sores

You are already sick, without any catalysis

You are stains of rot on the face of planet

Pulsating rot and gore with higher education

With hopes of better future, worms with artistic talent

But we, who await in darkest nooks,

Who get your flesh up on the hooks

We will approach your dirty death

We’ll lead you with pleasure to your last path!

Alchemists found their fucking stone

And there was War! Cause it was stolen

By us, who knew, that if (it) left for them

Everything on this planet would be condemned

Bloody rot fountains from pores of invertebrate bodies

Pressed off by tracks of tanks

We do nothing, we don’t interfere in their madness

We’ll wait for the ones who will stand

And kill them

We are the rats, wise silent rats

Our weapon is Plague, and we’ve got the Stone

We watch kings of planet eating each other

Threatening everything, their children and mothers

But we, who await in darkest nooks,

Who get your flesh up on the hooks

We will approach your dirty death

We’ll lead you with pleasure to your last path!