Rot Alone. Destiny, killing the souls of lives at your feet. Dead to its fight. Hell as they said. Killing the darkened rotting fate. Fate. Rot Alone. Bludgeoning hell. Finding their souls and returning to dwell. Killing and bleeding tightened as one. Killing the darkest rotting fate. Rot all lesions. Glory. Rotting, plowed. Dead he's killed your soul. Glory. Rotting flower. Kill.
When I looked at evils face. Death I've seen beyond. Killing Darkness. Of rotting pain. Chilling your spine. Finding death rots slow. Killing darkness is coming. Flow. Chilling your veins. Rotting your soul.
Kill. Fight 'til the death in a living hell. Fight 'til the death, remove any wait. Fight 'til the death in a living hell. Fighting death. Fight 'til the death in a living hell. Fight 'til the death, remove any wait. Fight 'til the death in a living hell. Fighting death. You play the loser. Remain to live. Live to the day. Find the need. Kill all. Kill, raid, rot, and live to fight death. We loathe thee to the death. Loathe it's lies. Fight 'til the death. Live, we die. Killing for the need. Death we love. It lies.
Kill all. Fight death. Lesions fighting love. Fight them all in a living hell. Slowly rot and you die. You fight death as you slowly realize. Kill them all. Fight death and slowly read in the love. Fight them all, join me, slowly we rot. Slowly we rot.
Dead to all. Fighting as you slowly read in your love. Fighting the sword. The sword is your plow. Dead to all. Fighting as you're slowly rotting in hell. Fight them all, join me, slowly we dwell. Slowly we dwell. Decharge.
Kill all, thy tainted Withered soul I, know
Vile is pussing, living it out Slowly rotting and dying You might definetly feel The distorting of (all), (your) life (The below is a real question mark) Kill all who find death is not (To be) slowly rotting out. ??
Furthermore join me Slowly we rot.. Slowly we rot..
(This is also a question mark?) Then the one who finds death Is not (to be) slowly rotting out Violently distorting As his soul is leaking blood Then the one will find the truth Of slowly rotting out
Futhermore join me Slowly we dwell.. Slowly we dwell..
Robbed of the soul. Live in hell. Rise above the charred believings' bowel. Rise above the soul's chalky chains. Give the destiny what it's named. The darkest white brought in death balloons soon to come. Rise above the dark demon's tower. Body's seized the charge. You've killed yourself X6. Killed. Killed yourself.
Rotting the soul to leave. Ranting, "she's one to give." Darkening your soul to waste. Ranting, "She's soon to gain." Rotting above the tide. Ranting, "She's holding time." Killing their souls in pain. Ranting, "she's one to gain."