Scourgeborn - Твой господин
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Going into the yard
I see the pestilence
In the fire of agony
Fittor is burning

I don't want to tear the space of the universe
inhalation rubbing the wedding uprising
Waves rage in the fire
And I am raging in them

And your knowledge of the title
He will arrange an exile to me
You are not a boss to me
I am a wizard of the country

My spell will set fire to
And your Bugurt will arrange a picture
Our disobedience is your indignation
My desire is your religion

My existence is your torment
Your suffering is my contemplation
My assigence is your fragrance
Your natural science is my talent

All your life was invented only by me
I am not part of your world I am on my own
Your self -flagellation is my household
You will not take off, you are only a quarry of rock

puppy go think who the king is here
And for now I will arrange a feast with the whole family
The abyss of the abyss of antiquity of hopelessness
I'm tired, you're

I am power
I am eternity
I am a probability
I am anger

you are a dog not even John Sina
you are stupidity greed a handful
you are vileness banality pseudo
you envy isolation secondaryness dependence

for each king his servant
for every god his shepherd
for every day your own night
and for each puppy his own master

I am the personification of revenge
You are just pity
I am a personality you are unknown
I am forming your consciousness

I will tell you I quietly have a key
around us evil spirits and let
they are absurdness indestructibility
And we are here in poverty here

Settling on the throne
Demon and Angel on the shoulders decided to argue
that there is good and evil
But but there is no evil or good
there is only a person his cruel essence