Beneath The Massacre - The Stench Of Misery [Brutal Death Metal/Deathcore] | Текст песни

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• The Stench Of Misery [Brutal Death Metal/Deathcore]

Desparate times. Despair pushed us on our...
Desparate times. Despair pushed us on our knees.

Desparate times. Despair pushed us on our knees!

Bow down one too many times. Rising.

Dead is our will to change this world.
Skin infected with the strench of misery.

Wipe the dirt from your face.
Let them know who we are.
Wipe the dirt from your face.

Stand tall: Rise to your feet, fight for what's left.
Honour: It's not just a word, it's you and me.
Stay strong: This war is real as your pain is.
Stand tall: Rise to your feet, fight for what's left.
What's left...

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