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in this times of great depressions

i‘m waiting for the whole decay

the future of mankind is gone

and the final chapter‘s on the run

i feel this hellish atmosphere that surrounds every single being

the aura of all fades to black, hell is here on earth

on the bottom of spiritual power, a ceremonial suicide

the limited skills of mankind ousted by the true might

their minds are their coffins, their habits are their nails

all of them dug their own graves on those i will piss

there‘s nothing more left for them so they‘re running to their fanes

a drowning man will catch at a straw, but it‘s the wrong one

their spirits are intoxicated, their eyes are blind

they can‘t hear the truth and can‘t feel the demise

too long they praised the wrong gods, they spurned the right values

and i am proud to be the one that calls for retribution

i praise the death, the final form of existence

and i can‘t wait to see them on the other side

the joy of seeing how they suffer is my supremacy

cleansing from abomination is their destiny