The Breed Of Degradation 04. 04. 08

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When the stinking sun is bleeding
And the skyline's turning red
I behold the rats stampeding
To escape the nightly dread

You, who are with acquiescence
Danced amid the light-spat ruck,
Quickly hide your nasty essence
From the powers of the dark

Faster! Take away your garish
Flush into the warm land's womb
Soon the lingering will perish
In the gale that brings the gloom

You, the dead souls' incarnation
Raised beneath the dirty veils
Loathsome breed of degradation
Useless like the rusty nails

Marching the thickheaded legions
Have no God, no Faith, no brain
Know no homage nor allegiance
But this murk will wake your pain

Every sin's a little fester
And the outcome is the grave -
If you played the Devil's jester,
In the end you'll be His slave

Not a single thief or traitor
Will get rid of what he's done
And though I'm the truth's narrator,
All my verses sound for none

'Cause the doomed to ruin never
Will regain the hopes resigned
E'en in death the lies will sever
The impenitent mankind