Butchery Age Has Come

Drowned

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Bodies and puddles of blood
are making the boundaries of hell.
The river of blood flows down.
Stamming hill is after the rain of fire!

Butchery age has come!

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Innocents have no voice...
No more innocents...
Accomplices of death...

I am the assassin, but I have no chance!
Here is to kill or to die.

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