Testo All The Dead

Forcing the wrath to the rotten fools Forcing despair for the whispers I feel the pulses extremely useless Forge fire forge layers of hallowed All seem so crushed Death is so rushed Most of fire is consuming life and flesh Time is going Time is what disgraced human race Doesn't reach to know Masonic lust lay on the man poor trace Intension evades me, aggression cleanse me Laments jumps my brain to crush the shades Effects within the whole [jump me] Assault me impact me Witness the death They see all the dying Trying to survive Fringe of blood Current blood Hide the death All the dead