INNOCENTS MASSACRE

Macabre Symphony

In periods of dominant uncertainty, where the lie usually loses its name, the abyss dilates its deep and thick perdition. In that time, shadows rise to execute the delirious symphony; oh yes, this is the fucking time. Dark energy that emerges full of force, Between the misery chants of eternal confusing cadence are hear, triggers are pulled to the rhythm of the deceptive melody. Hate is invocated, damage is done, an age weakened, announcing its damned destiny. Horror screams accompany his sweet day like a huge and incessant cascade, sharp and delirious notes outlines everywhere. In the middle of the misery, the diabolic prophecy falls. Demons whispering at our ears, whispering friendly melodies. Subliminal messages that invocates weird beasts from the underground of giant malice, living in each empty tomb, they impatiently wait a cold corpse. Victim of twisted melodies, excited creatures by human flesh, wanting to rip the skin. Diabolic symphonies that emerge from decay, to the end of time.


Predators

You grew up playing on dark lands, so cold as a sunless morning, disastrous since the beginning, deep fog. Drown in its haze, deep fog. Fraught with pain a world fearfull of our creation, all of this is because our creation, manipulation of the horror, swallow our fire and spit it in instants some deception in moments, in moments breath, swallow our fire and spit it. Don't go away. You're infected, our curse run through your veins. Don't go away. You're cornered, your own revelations run through your veins. Do you want to aggravate the situation? the situation? do you want to aggravate the situation?. We are fucking disaster of cold and eager eyes, we are fucking disaster of cold and eager eyes. Home collapses and prayers are consumed by the burning fire of our calculated actions, you know this never belonged you. You know? this was part of you.


Near The Abyss

You know everything will go down. It's not worth it to go on, i cannot see, we used to believe in an ungrateful salvation. The angels are abandoning their place, hope is crucified by life. We do not pray, we do not pray. We live the Emaciated, we live the Emaciated judgment. Blessing dies in its dying place, with tied hands and blindfolded eyes we walk next to the abyss. Plague ramifies her grotesque intention. The malice devours your kindness, the malice devours your kindness, the malice devours your kindness, the malice devours your kindness. Devours, devours, devours, devours. Every morning turns dark by the grey pain, grey pain. Bleeding meats in those corners governed by devastation. The rope, the rope in her neck; the rope in her neck is not a new, because hopelessness reigns in every dark corner. The rope in her neck, the rope in her neck. Devours, devours, the rope in her neck.


Grotesque

And secretly at night, dark's partner. I stayed at her balcony and I stayed, at her challenging beauty. She just incites my romantic perversity, virgin maiden, so pure. Darkness count wishes to conquer her, darkness count wishes to conquer her. This night the mantle of my sober suit will surround her. Nobody will stop it you untie. The black beast that lives timidely in me go wild, the black beast that lives timidely in me go wild. Even a hundred of your mercenaries will avoid my sweet pretension, poisonous, pretension. My distinguished and dominant fangs in her sweet neck will nail, before dawn you'll give yourself to me and that way from darkness you'll be. Darkness count wishes to conquer her. You untie the beast.


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