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WET GROUND BREAKING BY BONES

THE'RE BURYING ME BUT I'M NOT DEAD

I FEEL MY BREATH FAILS

FEAST OF WORMS, I DON'T WANT TO BE...ARGHH!!!

FEAST OF WORMS, I DON'T WANT TO BE

CRUSH THE CHRISTIAN SCUM

CRUSH THE CHRISTIAN SCUM

I JUST WANNA SAY, CRUSH THE CHRISTIAN SCUM

I JUST WANNA SAY, CRUSH'EM

DEATH SONGS WITH SCARY NOTES

FORTY CHILLS RUN THROUGH MY BODY

HEAT MELTING THE ICE

MY BLOOD AND THE SOIL ARE MUD AGAIN...ARGHH!!!

MY BLOOD AND THE SOIL ARE MUD AGAIN

CRUSH THE CHRISTIAN SCUM

CRUSH THE CHRISTIAN SCUM

I JUST WANNA SAY, CRUSH THE CHRISTIAN SCUM

I JUST WANNA SAY, CRUSH'EM

AND I WANT TO RUN

TO CONTINUE WITH MY STORY AND SPOIL ME

AND I WANT TO FALL

SLAMMED INTO THE GROUND AND REBORN AGAIN

AND I WANT TO CHANGE

THEIR ROTTEN MINDS AND MAKE THEM DANCE

AND I WANT TO PUT TOGETHER

TRACES OF BLOOD AND REFORM ME

A GELID WINDS FREEZES MY LIPS

LIFE BREAKS INTO SMALL PIECES

TODAY'S PRESENT IS MY PAST

LYING ON THE GROUND WITH THE USED TIME...ARGHH!!!

LYING ON THE GROUND WITH THE USED TIME

CRUSH THE CHRISTIAN SCUM

CRUSH THE CHRISTIAN SCUM

I JUST WANNA SAY, CRUSH THE CHRISTIAN SCUM

I JUST WANNA SAY, CRUSH'EM