GRINZEN MoR х Сторик х Картавый Псих х Два Рояля - ЧЕТВЕРО
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Grinzen Mor:

So that you think about life, make it more useful.
I am sending deadly illnesses
You walked on the blade for a long time without fear.
Human dirt climbed out.
My name is mor, plague, cholera, syphilis and typhoid.
I was once already in Europe. This is a relapse
We throw this world on coals.
All that is needed for cooking a grave plate.
I like pour salt on wounds
After all, for us you scored a soup set for meat!
We were imposed on
From the apples of the eye, squeeze apple juice.
As raw foods you were not ready
In the boiling boiler, I throw megaton meat.
Late to run to monasteries, late in the laurels
On your cheeks you have traces of bloody tears.

Ctorik:

And the second seal is disrupted ... where I raised your world
From the ground through the cries of squabbles, groans of angrily fever
There is no kind of good pier, where he put his gaze
They crush each other, a cut on a larynx sleepy from the sword

I carry fire in a blessed lid - coffin
worthless little world, my red horse with belching flesh
you sparkled, moves evil, disgustingly splashes blood
Burnt crowds of the nobleman, scattering nuclear fungi of the basket into a world

............. bloody crumbs Terracott
Imposed soil, sticking a sword with an engraving under the skin
At least give me the wine! The stream of red blood cells
I filled my glass with the sounds of the ades of genocide

and stabbed you everyone this Damocles sword of Femis
You yourself were longing, as a gift we will give the opportunity to go to the grave
Throwing everything into the stove that you have methodically pissed for a long time
Throw a bouquet of heads lined in tears into the fire

CHORUS:

We send a miserable world to the shade
in purgatory, the whole ball boils by filling the coffin with boiling water
carcasses of submissive slaves - barbore
We will drink your tears by biting a laurel wreath

Branding psycho:

The Lord will not breed me!, With my third seal,
Mora will infect everyone with myself, I will beat off a cry
With me faithful with a crow, I put food on the scales,
I myself am pale and lame, hunger with a simple name

Not to see gluttony for you, I became a renunciation
They prayed for mercy, I delved into the speech tiredly
From the shoulders of the mountain, to the body of the body - your tired
Kvashorcor and insanity, in Puto pools, a feast in the eyes

I am only one of many of your mortal sins,
Like Nicruti, do not break - do not remove these captive shackles
Riding a horse, scatter hunger home,
Are you waiting for Ragnarok?, Will I give you mora!

Your stomachs are empty, they rumble in them like a dungeon,
Day? Longer!, You are without food ... Life will teach the ashes to dispel
The collapses are animals, I keep my stomachs miserable in my hands,
Your veins are forced, only a terrible collapse awaits.

Two piano:

In a common boiler lia cadaveric poison and collect fruits from you
All the deceased here is the Pleiades or to Paradise Guide
But with a hellish flame on you - I will smoke from a fiery hell
And, having torn the seal, I contemplate, releasing languid smoke

On this world is a complete absurdity,
The essence of the drawing where it is now manifested by the negative,
Let such a finale seem insane, but the matter is in sums,
The sums of the expression of all that you did not have enough for my mercy

And wildly sweet and even fun
A logical epilogue to each of your play I came
Delirium about salvation - a collection
After all, your Savior here has long been hanged on the stairs

A couple with Jacob. And is it sad, not true?
You all the same in front of me let the tears
Your laurels are quite tasteless for me
Blood boils, giving repentance to all of you now, let it even late.