of Siam. And if you don?t have a penny, why should I give a damn? Ad Hominem. You think you?re better than I am? Ad Hominem. You think you?re better
翻訳: 人身攻撃、広告. D \\ S \\ rを.
翻訳: Hodinem. 広告人身攻撃.
Insipid and trifling It's the mistress of spiritual masturbation At the edge of rupture - Mother of all wounds Incessant absurdity - Stagnation turning
Soldiers lying on the ground Eternal dreams turn to reality Citizens - Innocents - Razed WW III leads us to nothingness Last events - No return
They are in my head... Spasm and cerebral tortures Inspired to macabre illusions Wisdom versus madness such a mental inquisition This is the art of
Devant la symphonie oppressante, L'art macabre se doit d'operer par des executions massives, Car l'essence meme de l'etre humain est aujourd'hui corrompue
Gathered around our prey We're observing our victory This weak human and all his beliefs Is nothing but putrid shreds of flesh We are the wolves The
The end Can you hear the macabre silence? Can you smell the putrefied flesh? Can you taste the vomit in your mouth? Can you see the inexorable tragedy
Execution is the matrix of epuration Kneeled and blindfolded Your life of primate is drawing to an end Think of everything you've seen during one second
Crowded like animals You're the waste of existence Doomed to ignorance You'll disappear in shame and pain The spectre of Auschwitz is hauting your minds
Born under the banner of valour Defending their land sword in hand They will die as proud warriors And will be welcome as kings in Valhalla Savagery
Untertanen von mutter moral - Toleranz schwindet dahin Die letzten hoffnungen fi??r unser i??berleben tragend unterschwelliger terror die essenz der
The primordial fear of a man feeds the upmost rapture of his enemy They exhale that nauseous smell of the late corrupted mankind They exhale the fear
I like the smell of a dead child Whose I cut the throat After torturing him a bit For nothing but pleasure Innocence bleeds As the feeble lamb lies
This is the day losers!!! All of you are condemned You will smell the flesh Of hundreds of burning corpses Victims of terrorism Oh poor innocents Victims
Human imperfection False Pride Massive mediocrity Running to death Never-ending faith Praise tolerance and love Glory of will for the betrayed ones