To the Fall of Man
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Lyrics
Your filthy kind, An infectious ghost No faith, No will to create Only death!!! Death, The seed within man The only fruitful seed Within man Whatever you see, Whatever you touch Contributes To the fall of man Feel this pain Recognize this sickness, your sickness You are completely in charge of this failure It is your kind who makes them up Totally blind, hide, behind your religions Your heresies, your believes to higher powers It's been for years now I feel disappointed With evreything I am experiencing everyday Signs that witness the end of this world And it's pathetic germs You!!!
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Song Details
- Duration
- 12:11
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 135 BPM