Testo di Rotting Years

"No one had ever throught this day would really come to us. The Humans are the Beast, and the Apocalypse is ours." Brutal sex in the bloodbath room All humanity walking toghether To the final torture The innihilation of all existence Huge blades over your heads Ready to cut the whole world Letting no one live Leaving only the waste of the planet Rotting with the years Waking the master of eternal filth Commander and guardian of the cellar Keeping the infernal beasts Unleashing them to the unstopable madness Over the waste of the world Feeding on torture souls Observing time passing away, many years had gone And the beasts have evoluted, mentally and physically Becoming psycothic professionals of death Now the only way to keep up the killing Is to kill each other