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Ulcerate
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The Destroyers Of All
They fall from spoiled skies* Strangled of grace And know only to mask their vile faces
They know not the figure staring back at them; Not their beginning nor end They surrender in blissful fate
The undying pariah To which the cowards shun and beg remission Cold-blooded and callous It does not grieve
It will never grieve
So detached, the destroyers Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Wide eyed in rapture and unfulfilled In ignorance they remain Until their ruin
Bring me the comfort of cold inertia Bring me the graves, poised for our leaden demise
Our extinction, seeded in blind avarice
Come dawn, no light will be thrown on them This vermin, these ingrates Us of the earth The destroyers of all
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