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Holy Death

World in Flames
People cry,
Death laughs
When they burn,
They not dead, they alive!
They suffer and cheer
Their master from hell!

Oh, my God!

Holy death on holidays!
The war has begun, people will dead.
Anarchy! God is silent in response.
A saint's death drinks man's blood,
Despite the meat scenes.

People run, stumble on the body parts,
Hand wrapped guts,
Feet sink in the tones of blood,
Of internal decay, are the spirits of Death.
Apocalypse eats world, it has broken.

Holy death on holidays!
Burn in hell, go there.
The fire did not offend you,
He just quickly turn you into ashes
Do you want to drown in the blood?
You want to be fragmentation into pieces?
But alas! This is not your choice!

Hahaha!

Again and again
You, bastard,
Know the pain!
In your fucking head
Are dying brain!

Holy death on holidays!
Peace in pieces,
Overkill a lot of men,
But Death have happiness,
She is relax on your bones
Right now!

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