13 acessos
The smell of death is persecuted
Between rags of humankind
A crowd of flesh and bones burn
Burn inside of the God´s empire
Irritating faces distorted
Exposing their frustrated lives
Humiliation for those who kill
Kill themselves day, day by day
The realm of Satan
Misters of violence
Damnation in a big scale
All slaves, slaves of hate
Limitation of grotesque souls
Mouths that only talk about misery
Dangerous conformation
And before the great abyss the dirty way
Savored by the filthy creatures.
The realm of Satan