Praesepe - Lord of the Waste | Текст песни

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• Praesepe
• Lord of the Waste

A king of this waste pit,
You are what you eat,
So full of yourself
While bathing in shit.

You satiate your eyes,
With piles of lies
They are all but yours!
This pigpen – your prise!

Bearing the cowshed crown
Proudly you squek,
From dusk till dawn,
You spit on the weak.

Crawl!
Crawl!
CRAWL!

Bearing the cowshed crown
Proudly you squek,
From dusk till dawn,
You spit on the weak.


You stand proud and strong,
Corrupt to the bone,
You shed not one tear,
That you're all alone.

Crawl shall these worms,
For them you're a god,
They live but to serve,
Whenever you nod.

You torment those runts
impatiently cough
Expecting them servants
To refill your trough.

Crawl!
Crawl!
CRAWL!

Bearing the cowshed crown
Proudly you squek,
From dusk till dawn,
You spit on the weak.

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