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Kishore Kumar Hits — Septicflesh - Apocalypse текст песни

Исполнитель: Septicflesh

альбом: The Great Mass

Bring us the end.
Harvest the crops of Men.
Horrid winds are blowing today. Hear them!
Its is the wrath of Cain.
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Bringer of plagues and disease
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Doom leads your hand
Writing the Apocalypse
A Gods that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self's greatest deceiver.
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Sulphur rain.
You'll know the secrets of Hell.
Your leaders... revealed.
Shadows cover the naked kings.
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Bringer of plagues and disease.
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Doom leads your hand
Writing the Apocalypse
A Gods that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self's greatest deceiver.
GOD WANTS TO DIE!
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You can turn Paradise into a wasteland.
It is your greatest design.
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As tyrant, you demand nature's powers to obey.

From suicidal wrath no one will escape...

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