Blood turn solid
Flesh turns to dust
time falls farther
that god hand of might
Deaht is closer
dying is near
bleeding turns sour
and souls will spill
ozzing blood
and later sink
beneeth the farthes plces of hell
your dreams turn to nightmairs
and you nightmaires are real
in this future everything fears
time disapates
closer and closer
the hour hand draws closer
to the poin of no reture
you humans suffer
you humans will die
feast for last glory
you god isnt here
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