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The force of thunderstorms,
the force of the mindless crowd
will crush your gospel truth.
You will be conquered.

Consume. Eat dead souls.
Destroy. Drink your sorrow.

The love will turn to tears.
The death will dance, dance.
The price of eternal wisdom
is in the scars and pain.

Consume. Eat dead souls.
Destroy. Drink your sorrow.

The wolves are swimming in the blood.
Welcome to slaughter.

The black-hearted rippers harvest
blind, angry, soulless children
of gloom and chaos. Veins are
filled with hatred and mindless virus.
All moral is dictated by the mouth
of black jackets and ties.

The wolves are coming! The wolves are coming!


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