Persecution کے بول

Crawl to your corner! Bow down - on your knees! Devour me and feel my hate! Blood on my hands, with a knife I penetrate Your tongue is swollen by desperate screams Feel the intense, I sever your whispers Fight, but finally you'll die by the pain! Persecuted breed - persecution Raise your fist to the portal But I'll chop your hands! Inhale me, for I will join your black desire Malnutrition, the power is lost within envy Retributive hate I admittedly prefer Persecuted breed - persecution Praise your dying - feel your pain! Crawl to your corner Bow down - on your knees!