Roots grown inches bellow your name
Attached you, the one that we blame
For what we prayed?
Vanished
Condemned
Enslaved
You watch it all, from the ones that once
You've glad to made
Everything you touched had becomes death
Everything you've created, isolates from the rest
To not coexist, the fat of this land
The diseased, the poisoned
Your sins to regret
Something that you want
But you can't forget
When evertything is dying arouns us
You come to me with no respect
To not coexist, the fat of this land
The diseased, the poisoned
Your sins to regret
This world will be soon missed
Clotted blood a new begginning for
An old end, soon returned
This world is fadding away
To compreend the sunset
And from from the sky it will never fall
To breath (to breath)
To bright ( to bright)
This world will be soon missed
Clotted blood a new begginning for
An old end, soon returned
This world is fadding away
The blood is in your hands
The blood is in your life
With perfect purpose
No pride, no fear
I could make wish you were dead!
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