king of Siam And if you don't have a penny Why should I give a damn? Ad hominem You think you're better than I am Ad hominem You think you're better
Cold rains of blood Falling overnight The persecuted mass Is screaming of pain and despair People running everywhere The victory has begun Unholy thoughts
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Your senility reflects your dying religion Decades of reign among the perverted lambs Praising tolerance and forgiveness But concealing Holy Inquisition
Welcome to the last journey No luggages needed Come in, all! It's free We invite your family To join the herd of useless beings Irrelevant hope Blinding
Born under the banner of valour Defending their land sword in hand They will die as proud warriors And will be welcome as kings in Valhalla Savagery
The end Can you hear the macabre silence? Can you smell the putrefied flesh? Can you taste the vomit in your mouth? Can you see the inexorable tragedy
A new race for a new world Is the reason I fight for A spectral existence for despotic souls A life free from carnal corruption - No more futile beings
Insipid and trifling It's the mistress of spiritual masturbation At the edge of rupture - Mother of all wounds Incessant absurdity - Stagnation turning
Execution is the matrix of epuration Kneeled and blindfolded Your life of primate is drawing to an end Think of everything you've seen during one second
Gathered around our prey We're observing our victory This weak human and all his beliefs Is nothing but putrid shreds of flesh We are the wolves The
Soldiers lying on the ground Eternal dreams turn to reality Citizens - Innocents - Razed WW III leads us to nothingness Last events - No return
I like the smell of a dead child Whose I cut the throat After torturing him a bit For nothing but pleasure Innocence bleeds As the feeble lamb lies Sadism
Crowded like animals You're the waste of existence Doomed to ignorance You'll disappear in shame and pain The spectre of Auschwitz is hauting your minds
They are in my head... Spasm and cerebral tortures Inspired to macabre illusions Wisdom versus madness such a mental inquisition This is the art of schizophrenia
The quintessence Of mediocrity Is the monument Of your mortality Ashes you were, ashes you will be Whatever The name of your god Whenever The end of
Everyday eating excrements Kneeled your head in the bog Hard or soft no importance Taking pleasure in decadence Children and professional success You'
Devant la symphonie oppressante, L'art macabre se doit d'operer par des executions massives, Car l'essence meme de l'etre humain est aujourd'hui corrompue
