Taarruz! as an Essential Part of the Punctured World

What reeks from my throat
(With disrupted mind)
Welcomes the pitch

The streets embraced
(Nothing's stopping us)
With full of blood

OFFENCE IS THE ESSENCE

All desire shakes
(In a defeat)
A shrunken earth
Fallen flat

(Resist)
The ground clean
(Futile)
The emphasis broken

Every default sequence
Throw up in my eyes
Blood has cringed
To the fallen
Blood is all we have left
TAARRUZ ESASTIR!



Credits
Writer(s): Jornada Del Muerto
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