Whortless Corpses

Constantly chaos
In a burning body
Collapsed lungs
The need to hide
The sacraments of life
Are worthless and useless
Scream for pain
No more escape

Incendios forestales se llevarán la humanidad
Sin remordimiento del final
La plaga perecerá, los muertos caminarán
Cada vez más cerca del final
Incendios forestales se llevarán la humanidad
Sin remordimiento del final
La plaga perecerá, los muertos caminarán
Cada vez más cerca del final

You're not ready for this shit so take back motherfucker
Worthless corpses will pray for mercy
Blinded by the salvation
Multitudes of nation obeying the falses saints
Of your gods
Existence will be erased
For the human greed for all

Human plague extinguishes natives places

Take chaotics reason to kill
Shut and suffocate their answers

Worthless corpses
Will pray for mercy
Blinded by the salvation
Multitudes of nations
Obeying the falses
Saints
Of your fuckin god

Take chaotics reasons to kill

I was in the death struggle with self
God and satan fought for my soul those three longs hours
God conquered
Now i have only one doubt left
Which of twain was god?



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Writer(s): Banda 66
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