Текст песни Risus Mortis

Words - appliance.

Appliance for making a fool.

Unilateral denunciation

Of a treatys. Stupid rule!

Loss - a result of vegetative life

Of monotonous shadows of the same type.

Dead body desecration!

Already lost generation!

Things are not looking up with

Appearance of lier.

Where is the brutal middle ages laws?
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Judgement by fire!

Play pranks with world is dangerous

And so point. Thong for lean back of

Unbrushing holy terrors. Disillusion

In sweet taste of a dismey turn into

Secretion pus our saint prayers.

You allayed your asses by life of world.

You betrayed unhappy people. Bloodsucker!

Probe price of mind and stop my mouth!

I am seting fire against your force!

My meat is hard to chew!