GARDEN OF STAINED GRAVES

Your Veins Will Remove The Trees & Your Blood Will Sow The Purification

In Between the rubble of the human race, the incomplete memories of what are now just putrified bodies on the floor. My eyes loose focus comtemplating your entrails kissing my hands. Today your damn veins will be the new roots cultivating the beginning of the torned end. We’ll devour your heart for every voiceless murder. Descomposing and annihilating in the name of ignorance. Tell me if your fucking god can save you this time, when the fire is started for the last hope. Your nauseating smell is just part of the consequence dragged by damned for all eternity dead bodies, one last night of destruction.



Inevitable Fate For A Faith Complex

Putrified incisions cauterized by a life of agony, suffocated between the dust that covered every try of survive. Another day swallowing larvaes nesting inside the heart, silently eating my body, turning it into a morbid image covered of shit. Only one more motherfucker trying to be someone in a place where God raped every sky and gutted every whore in front of crucifixes and sacred hopes, they devour your life, your fucking life! where's your fucking saint now?. Putrified incisions cauterized by a life of agony, suffocated between the dust that covered every try of survive. Take a godless life.



Mortis Ingrata Mvsica

Tardias plegarias entraran a sus odios, porque aquellas anatomias descanzaran en el negro de estos rios. Los simbolos de esta infame sociedad caeran entre fuego y suplicas de dolor, sus corazones cercenados, sus pulmones vacios, cientos de cadaveres adornaran la manifestacion, arrazar por completo con esta enfermedad miserable que como larvas devoran la sabiduria pura de gaia. Estos huesos seran su templo, nuestra desgarrada piel hoy su alimento, la sangre que sale de nuestras heridas el color de estos cielos sobre el jardin de tumbas manchas. La tierra se abre entonando la mas macabra de las melodias. La ultima oportunidad se desvanecio ante tus ojos. La tierra se abre entonando la mas macabra de las melodias.



Blackwoods Horrifica

Bloodish red, the color of those empty skies, a thousand times ill say nothing else in this flesh, will remain asphixiation, when the green of this surface turns to black suffocation. I love her perfumed corpse, my dead cold fingers (blackened attempt), grab those roots to pull out the darkest demons. Beautiful attempt, through the horrors we march, we march and we claim for this purification. A thousand black roses buried in the humanity's grave, a thousand black roses buried in the humanity's grave. Your fucking flesh is gonna be mine. We claim for this purification.

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