Deadly Carnage - Guilt of Discipline | Текст песни

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Wait here in this hell
With the dark standards of despair
Storms of legal hatred
Turn the dead utopia to the master

And acid blood spilled in lie’s bed
As gods they were fed
Army of thoughts grow higher and higher
Satisfying every thirsty desire
Higher! Higher!

Guilt of discipline

And acid blood straight ahead, life acid
As scum they were dying in bed
Army of thoughts grow higher and higher

Now, what you become…what I have done
In the purest form of…
Ghost tale of moral crime
As the peaceful wars of the time

This is my guilt of discipline
Dead by indiscipline

Now, what you become…what I have done
In the purest form of…
Hatred! Discipline!

Before me…

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