Filthgrinder

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    Fitlhgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner
    unknown to remorse and pity
    cynical, electrical fucking murderer
    What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the
    Unholy Alliance and the white fear
    Take a look around and understand, (that) your days are numbered
    the demon on the Wall and the ticking clock
    closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe?
    The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years
    reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone anyway
    Filthgrinder - practice aggression
    Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the Elite
    Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly
    Trueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yours
    like in days of old
    He can feel it, he knows they can't
    to be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken
    you don't believe, you know!
    He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard
    Yeah!
    The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself
    The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy
    evil knows no good, good knows no evil
    but a saviour he is in all forms, but religious
    a Grand engine carrying years of built up Hatred and Powers.
    You know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear?
    Your heart trying to rip its way through your chest
    Fitlhgrinder a beastified being risen form the collective
    hatred of an oppressed people.
    A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour!

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    Composición: Satyr Wongraven

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