You can smell this stench
You can almost see this paralysing fear. so unknown to you
Death and contagion all around you
‘you are a vulgar creation of mass destruction (annihilation)
Extra-terrestrial tentacles lurk in you
Enormous so they reach the stars frontier
Black blood flows down to you
There is no mercy in you
You are created to bring the message of murder
Your hands and eyes are testimony
And deed of bloody carnage
You were born to kill
You were born in death’s chamber
Carnage… is policy. carnage… is superpower carnage… is me!
Annihilation sweeps across thе world
Viruses, tentacles of war. faminе
Cover the world with shroud of prodigality
Where you are the commandments
Your eyes will never cover with tears
Neither will your soul scream in despair
You are the creation of architects
You are a sick war machine
Carnage… is me! carnage… is superpower carnage… is policy
Like a degenerated priest of extermination
You carry the message of genocide and sadism
War grows inside you
And transmits at your innocent generations
As they become the end of your existence!
Oh! you are the lord of decay, paralytic stench
This arena for lords and slaves
Carnage… is me! carnage… is me! carnage… is me!
O! lord, stay yourself
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