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Atheist On They Slay
On they slay through clouds of death No mercy or no fear The sound of twisting flesh Is the last thing you will hear Take your final breath You dying time is near Fear clutching on the threshold of death Spilling your remains' arrogance Thinking of a way you will die Rip through your flesh and through your bones, obey See you lying limbless, you'll decay Fall amongst the dead, on they slay Eargerness to kill, the meager presence of their sight You know your blood will spill, your end's tonight Praying to be saved, now where's your god? Infest your putrid mind Death calls start tot unwind Beware, for some day soon They'll come to seal your doom Fear clutching on the threshold of death Spilling your remains' arrogance Thinking of a way you will die Rip through your flesh and through your bones, obey See you lying limbless, you'll decay Fall amongst the dead, on they slay
