Mortician - Massacred Тексты

Burning fires from the sky
Screams and cries, millions die
Blinding light, searing heat
Cries of pain, destruction
Rotting heap s, burning meat
Melting flesh, littered earth
Blood running, peeling skin
Rotting flesh, stench of death
Wasteland of flesh and bone
Massive graves, massacred
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