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Dying c**ture (Second Movement) Lyrics

Dying c**ture don't abuse me you'll need me soon
Fighting for you I'll tear up your bodies
Taste the sweet smell of blood
Slow death I cause and nightmares I bring dying c**ture
No more money counts only a fear of senseless praying

Dying c**ture
Your blood on my hands

Dying c**ture was there an ending what was on your mind
Your own breed collapsed suffered from cancer
Taste the sweet smell of plague
Dying c**ture it's the last time I squirt the poison of truth
Into your swelled body in your swelled body
Dying c**ture
Your blood on my hands

No one will stop me, the blossom of death
So feel my cape covering mankind
Dying c**ture
Your blood on my hands

On my hands

f*** you
Dying c**ture
Your blood on my hands
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Bunkertor 7 (1995)