Letras
Iron curtain
Boundary of suppression
Moulded in thy shadow of thy monster
Forced upon thy shoulder thy wicked true evil
Solace in being alone upon thy wicked throne
Thus growing like a petri dish of evil
Born in thy presences of dictating delusion
Forcing him into dominance
For thy fear of execution
Unquestioning flattery thy thought to be
Revolutionary vanguard
Let decree be our way of thy life upon decimation
His finest hour of rebellion
Perceive as thy complex mind
Pathetic fucking worm
Sucking off your fucking people
Another excuse for war
Your soul is bitter
Thou shalt desecrate you
Your people fucking hate you
Sucking off your fucking people
They want you gone!
Why the fuck are you still fucking here
You should be fucking dead
Slit your throat, Snap your neck, Sew your eyes
Just cover up those bullshit lies
Smite!