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And Hell Followed With
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One Of The Swarm
The scent of, oh, purest carnage familiar to these hills My father hath traversed these lands decades before my birth A century doth pass by The veins of the earth entrenched with the millions of dead
So few have my eyes seen in passing of glory The aesthetics of death Painted upon the canvas of so bewildering a scene All sensations seared, all of my compassions numbed My humanity wrenched from behind my lungs
The lusts of my bayonet, in crimson display Have spilled upon these hands From beneath my helmet do I glare back in sickening approval Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Of the malice we have sewn
My mind sentiment of no reason My face caressed by this foreign wind A pulmonary incantation writhes beneath these ribs Crying in blood drunk verse and beguiling my conscious thought
The howl of descending mortar fire illuminates this blackest existence A serenity wreathed in flame The skies were beautiful as they burned, the dead roll over in their graves Above the mortars, my ears discern my father screaming in his grave
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