Scorn the Law

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Sitting on Thrones of Gold
Scums of the earth commune
Happiness inscribed on their face



Guarding their lives and goods
Stupid and bastard ghouls
A breed of cruel and murdering wraiths



Lead them to the end until the jaw locks the neck
Their eyes are pits of cancerous hatred
Lead them to the end , to the dead fucking end
And let them have  a taste of the torments of hell



This war is undending and stretches beyond
the compehension of an average man
this war is upon me and i have the will
so come to me with every thing that you have



Come to me with all the hate , all the thirst for blood

Come and i will judge and find you guilty in my Court

Come to me, burn yourself, gasp for air and die

Come and i will split your chest , rip your fucking eyes 



You came with thoughts of murder and enslavement
What's happening you could not have foreseen
Now look yourself convulsing on the pavement
And leave this world forgotten and unseen..



Over your wrethced corpse hunger arises
Hunger to kill some more , kill a ghoul , kill 'em all

Over your wretched corpse hunger arises

Hunger to bathe in blood , hung your boss , kill your god

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The task is done , the ghouls cremated , in sacrificial flame
What where the odds, Gods, falling from their grace
And fade beyond in nothingness....