Rites Of Brutality Lyrics

The death follow us. The way to the gore dimension. The tombs call us again and again. The cannibal ancient instinct show us all the suffering in our faces, in our minds and skin on strange force. The knife of hate becomes in a torture, extreme and intense suffering. The evil force presences transforms all in nightmares. Rites of brutality, illness and maniac destroy all in his mind, torment life. Blood and pain. Eyes of eternity, horror, desperate and victim of terror scarred. Screams and howls, the death is coming. Infernal circle. Power perpetual, malignant ceremony until end of the life.

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