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The Killing Festival Anthem (Lyric) by William Delacroix
Death: they want it
Death: incarnate.
Rape, murder, blood, torture, screams, violence, cold, silence...
WE ARE THE NEXT GENERATION OF PAIN.
WE KILL THEM ALL WITHOUT ASKING THEIR NAMES.
SEXUAL PREFERENCES, RACES, COLOURS AND CREEDS:
GOD DON'T DISCRIMINATE--WHY THE FUCK SHOULD WE?
If it breathes, kill it.
If it doesn't breathe, smash it.
If it bleeds, fuck it.
If it doesn't bleed, cut it.
Death: they want it.
I want to see some rage in your eyes.
Everybody's got a reason to be pissed off.
I want to see some blood on your hands.
Come one, come all, let's show them who's God.
Overpopulation, too much procreation.
Fuck it, let's fuck, let's kill all the other fucks.
Overstimulation, lack of motivation.
I wipe the tears away and slap on my killing mask.
Death: they want it.
Death: incarnate.
This is you. This is what you want.
This is me. This is who I am.
This is you. This is what you fear.
This is me. This is how I feel.
You love your copulation.
You need your ejaculation.
It's time for a new revolution.
Evolution; mass destruction.
Death: they want it.
Death: incarnate.
Rape, murder, blood, torture, screams, violence, cold, silence...
WE ARE THE NEXT GENERATION OF PAIN.
WE KILL THEM ALL WITHOUT ASKING THEIR NEH-EH-AMES.
SEXUAL PREFERENCES, RACES, COLOURS AND CREEDS:
GOD DON'T DISCRIMINATE--WHY THE FUCK SHOULD WE?
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
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