الكلمات الأصلية
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Piercing pain creates the blast
Of gore, crap & crust
Death is creeping in the veins,
There's nothing that remains
This useless shield
Must be destroyed
To grant access
To the core
To put the sickness in the gore
Sick elements are mutilated
Mutation bears
The creatures of chaos,
Hordes of the dead
Which bring the pain
That flows Inside
The grand body
Of the Universe.
Death, as a great gift, comes from nothing
To bind everything & cover all by universal pain.
Death, the great gift.
