Pravus 歌词

Drooling floods of led Armed with distorted belief Sharp munition spat from our minds Malignancy-rounds, automatic fire Black, acidic bile Seeping wounds of shattered souls Still not pissing out fast enough To quench our thirst for it to bleed us dry Vile, ever-menacing intent Repulsive belligerence shot from toxic minds Blatant disregard for all but self Proudly flaunting the depravity of a race condemned, malign Iterate, repeat these my words Recite the mantra of late: I will corrupt and impair Vitiate, dispirit, debase, violate Souls burn with hateful intent The deceitful spawn, descendants of lies By the poisoned nails of history stung If granted the will to injure If granted the will to harm - The blades of hurt inexhaustibly swung