Fitlhgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner
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unknown to remorse and pity
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cynical, electrical fucking murderer
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What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the
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Unholy Alliance and the white fear
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Take a look around and understand, (that) your days are numbered
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the demon on the Wall and the ticking clock
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closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe?
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The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years
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reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone anyway
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Filthgrinder - practice aggression
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Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the Elite
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Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly
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Trueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yours
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like in days of old
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He can feel it, he knows they can't
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to be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken
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you don't believe, you know!
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He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard
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Yeah!
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The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself
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The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy
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evil knows no good, good knows no evil
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but a saviour he is in all forms, but religious
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a Grand engine carrying years of built up Hatred and Powers.
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You know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear?
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Your heart trying to rip its way through your chest
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Fitlhgrinder a beastified being risen form the collective
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hatred of an oppressed people.
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A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour!
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Filthgrinder
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Satyricon |