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sweet fever
01:52
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Sweet, sweet fever
Sweet like time to die
To do something constructive
Feel that to die is alright
It seems that the pain and destruction
Fight the fire, blood and the light
Sweet, sweet fever
Sweet like time to die
Soon nothing constructive
Sucking blood in the night
Steel cold of destruction
Crystallize God and the lies
Sweet, sweet fever
Sweet like time to die
Dream blood and contortion
Eternal chest to rely on
Nest free of distortion
Stone cold bed in the ice
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verminoso
01:37
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There was a pain, I used to scream
My mama gave bad medicine
There's something wrong, they move and bite
So deep and strong my inside parts
There was a pain, I used to scream
My mama gave bad medicine
There's something strong, they move and bite
So deep and wrong my inside parts
My belly is full, I'm the fucking Verminoso
My leg will grow, the walls alive
The worms keep feasting my rotten inside
They need to go out, the forces ask me
To use my knife to let them be free
There was a pain, I used to scream
My mama gave...do I need to repeat?
There's something strange, they move and bite
I cum with pain my inside parts
My belly is full, I'm the fucking Verminoso
They need to go out, the forces ask me
To use my knife to let them be free
Now they have escaped throughout the cross and my mouth
What a beautiful view, to watch them crawling around
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golden darkness
02:11
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From whole hole and whole world
Raise the fucking rats the assholes
They dirt streets fast and creep best
Looking for the golden darkness
The plague spread a big death
With their red eyes calling trash
Shadows creatures small creatures
Living of crumbs gnawing lives
In one of these ordinary days
The red mouse-trap will attack
The rats will do the dance of death
A celebration for the fallen masks
Frighten squeaks delicious meat
A new menu the best choose tricky
The little worm will be served alive
To the delight of the quiet night
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the realm of satan
02:49
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The smell of death is persecuted
Between rags of humankind
A crowd of flesh and bones burn
Burn inside of the God´s empire
Irritating faces distorted
Exposing their frustrated lives
Humiliation for those who kill
Kill themselves day, day by day
The realm of Satan
Misters of violence
Damnation in a big scale
All slaves, slaves of hate
Limitation of grotesque souls
Mouths that only talk about misery
Dangerous conformation
And before the great abyss the dirty way
Savored by the filthy creatures.
The realm of Satan
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