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PREPARE TO DIE

Lyrics by Fleshgore. Music by Igor.

It's all over. Stop and think

seize destroying everything,

recollect your shameful sins

they adorned your poor being

Abstination wasn't good

It destroyed your healthy mood

Don't you think you were too rude

to your mortal lattitude?

Life of absolute disgrace

Has become an endless pace

quenching fire on your face -

genocide for any race.

Resurrection of the dead.

You should care of yours instead.

All the hungry will be fed,

when your ashes turn to breed.

Don't you spill your precious blood,

Restituting flesh to mud.

Tell your brothers - was it hard

to contrain your tiny puds?

Take a blade and cut your hand.

Yet prepared to meet your end.

Deep incisions are to tend

dead and sentenced to their land.