decorate by the blood dedicate for a god your savages becomes avengers uncorrected denial bodies left in the pile time for motivate all you love and hate
vivisection of truth desperate days of youth no compliments for your decadance isolated from crowd they are screaming so loud inside the pride where our senses died
holy an eye show me the lie let it form by grave worm will they stop cry? so we will try mourn that eating grave worm