Violently left to rot hanging over the land
Dying miserably obscuring view, destruction
The blood spreads over the body of the only one surviving
The darkness of his soul needs
The chaos is for certain
The disease is inevitable
The blood will be spilled
Your soul is lost.
The worms
consume all that is around
Insatiable worms,
mirrored in intelligent human ignorance
They want to consume blood
Repelling with hate
nations that abuse us
Nothing is left from
what was conceived
The extermination is right
The end is tragic, the story does not lie, evil prevails
The cry of distress is the most terrible, already heard
Nobody and nothing escapes this big voraciousness
Preached by the worms
that will not stop insatiable
Until the last
drop of blood is spilled
Your soul is lost
The darkness of his soul
screams
The disease is inevitable
Your soul is lost.
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