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To the Fall of Man

from Wastes of Life by Dødsferd

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Your filthy kind, an infectious ghost
No faith, no will to create
Only Death!!!
Death, the seed within man
The only fruitful seed within man
Whatever you see, whatever you touch
Contributes to the fall of man
Feel this pain
Recognize this sickness, Your sickness
You are completely in charge of this failure
It is your kind who makes them up
Totally blind, hide, behind your religions
your heresies, your believes to higher powers
It’s been for years now I feel disappointed
with everything I am experiencing everyday
Signs that witness the end of this world
and its’ pathetic germs

YOU!!!

Spanakis Nikolaos (aka Wrath of Dødsferd)!

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from Wastes of Life, released November 20, 2015

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Misanthropic Underground Black Metal Since 2001

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