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Sound of Life that vanish

The sight of humans perish

Virgins impaled upon stallions woods

Shape a sky of rotting angels

Horror peak in all his majesty

With a soil of human worms crowling under my feet

For every child I cut the skin

For every dream of blood spilled

In every heart will born the fear

To be killed or used to breed

Vicious sons slaughtering mothers

Paint their bodies in siblings blood

Bare hands torning teeth

Eating childs from pregnant wombs

Stealing life for fun

Breeding horror (in) thee

Pure fucking Wrathside

For every child I cut the skin

For every dream of blood spilled

In every heart will born the fear

To be killed or used to breed