breath for its the last clouded eyes will walk their way into the knife of a vengeance embraced a relentless assault upon the wicked hearts a relentless
acts of devilry birthing hatred in symmetry the lamias sing to the hymn of suffering deceased mark a trail beheaded and impaled our brethren fall deep in frost a
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Fly for the door I can taste those glands of fear you extract yourself as I still draw near a target fixated on your face so closed casket
aim for our fucking heads twitching bastard torsos crawl up your legs the contorted dead parade organs on the streets the scene is grim a feast bathed
