Decadence

Cold Fire

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Rotted brains are everywhere
Rivers of blood spill from
And give me a sense of indisposition
A sense of hate

Perversion is the princess of this world
Where nothing persists alone
The true valours are forgotten
The way of death is coming

I think that nothing can save us
From the end of the world
Nor the fisic end
The true one

I'm not interested at your shit
Your phrases don't fuck me
The stupidity is your trust
The ignorance is your death

Feeling like in decadence
I'm feeling death

Feeling like in decadence
I'm feeling death

Feeling like in decadence
I'm feeling death

Feeling like in decadence
I'm feeling death