Will the vision be forced to form?Every seam is that we stareWe never come to beDeprived from church outside, we all are peersIt's fading, everyone is deadThis was you gave them, it's all of the beastThe end of all, I will runYou'll be the place of the flashThe end of all, I will runYou'll be the place of the flashFrom the genocide, the whole sea appearsIt's fading, everyone is no longer the beastThis was you gave them, it's all of the beastThe end of all, I will runYou'll be the place of the flashThe end of all, I will runYou'll be the place of the flashCome here, tell us all, they won't see your faceInsulting everyone, the smoke of death and death*
