They'll be сutting off every raised hand Till the earth is strewed with arms and blood Till the mouthes on palms don't shut up
coffin maker enjoying the work with every coffin reserved for the young ones priest who isn't obedient to his god who cares not to worship one the world is foe to mind which is an alien to it the one being burried alive right now And dictators have come Pain to you and hatred, from them who is and who was and who is to come, and from sellout whores who are before their thrones