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Dying culture dont abuse me youll need me soon
Fighting for you Ill tear up your bodies
Taste the sweet smell of blood
Slow death I cause and nightmares I bring dying culture
No more money counts only a fear of senseless praying
Dying culture your bloods on my hands
Dying culture was there an ending what was on your mind
Your own breed collapsed suffered from cancer
Taste the sweet smell of plague
Dying culture its the last time I squirt the poison of truth
Into your swelled body
Dying culture your bloods on my hands
No one will stop me the blossom of death so feel my cape covering mankind
Dying culture
Your bloods on my hands
On my hands
Fuck you dying culture
Your bloods on my hands
[ Dying Culture (Second Movement) Lyrics ]