Lust for the burning touch of our emotions. It's the
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only way to live onward, for all I can see is the
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hunger of the animal within. What in life is there so
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conceiving, a taste of sweet pleasure. The power to
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crush and kill our enemies, the force of might. My
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hunger for blood, undeniable pleasures for slaughter.
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And death beyond, your soul will grace the burning
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sky. Your eyes are soon to be torn away, you will see
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no more. My excellence is too much for your
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imagination, you cower before me. My hands turns your
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bones to dust, you will feel the power of thy strength
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and thy might. Can all of you see the lust for
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butchery and the glory of it all. A child that will
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never reach to be a man. The knowledge of life is at
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their hands. The murderous intent to kill and
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slaughter. A master plan to be the end of it all.
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Sacrifice, to kill again, death. Slay the weak, make
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em bleed, agony. They will drop one by one, die. The
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beauty of our savage ways must prevail. The sorrow of
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crying eyes, soon turn to tears of blood. The madness
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unfolds before us, no hope, for this life is soon to
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end. A massive destruction of man, its everyone for
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theirself. Screaming goes on and on, what is now to
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become of us. The darkness goes on forever. No will to
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live in a world of conflict. Carry on the torch of
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desire. The fire burns higher. Inflicting pain to
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induce suffering. You are a prisoner to the land of
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dust. We will all burn in this land of sand. What is
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life coming to, they will never live again. The touch
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of death is my need. It's the end for us all, to die
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and fade away.
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The Beauty Of Our Savage Ways
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