When the rains of blood
Falls on the rooftops
then i shall sing
the songs of blant pain
Miserable death lingers
every second in chains
Every drop of blood
Sinned from my body
Pained and drained to the pits of hell
when lights shall go out
Then shall the death begin
My knives sharp and shining
Madnned ......aided with nobody
Till the sayings of gods continue
i shall feed the world
With all the hatered that shall nullify
The teachings brought down by the prophets
Death shall spread
Like cancer in a dyng man
till the minds cleared
Gods shall no longer reign
the skies shall be clear of hatred and pain
i shall sheath my knives
till another day arrives
when the gods pray to the staues of stones
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