Prepare to Die 歌词

It's all over. Stop and think seize destroying everything, recollect your shameful sins they adorned your poor being Abstination wasn't good It destroyed your healthy mood Don't you think you were too rude to your mortal lattitude? Life of absolute disgrace Has become an endless pace quenching fire on your face - genocide for any race. Resurrection of the dead. You should care of yours instead. All the hungry will be fed, when your ashes turn to breed. Don't you spill your precious blood, Restituting flesh to mud. Tell your brothers - was it hard to contrain your tiny puds? Take a blade and cut your hand. Yet prepared to meet your end. Deep incisions are to tend dead and sentenced to their land.