Cropment dead soil

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Darkening, sickening, on infertile land we stay
Starkly solitude dominates all the way
Emptiness, lifeless, welcome to the rotton
-ground of no hope, all is burned down
Corpses show my way everywhere
Water turned to acid, there now are cankerous lakes
Burning winds whip around, merciless you'll feel the heat
There's no chance to survive, ass flesh corrodes only bones are left
Sings of mutilation still around
Deformed bodies are on display
Ghastly creatures feed the dead and procreate
More and more of this breed, an era of incestous blood
All that's need to live, is gone away
Daylight is no more to see in this time
There's only a pale disc where the sun should be
Nothing can grow here and show us the joy of life
In this fucking darkness, beasts feed on the cadavers
Rotten stench in the air, a putrid fleshfeast
With blooddrained eyes, devouring maggot infested flesh
Vommiting that shit out and then eating it again
Suppurated wounds of the corpses are licked out like a juicy cream
Lacerated and eviscerated, they lay out into the mud
Fleshfeeding worms dig out from the ground, chewing the meat till the bones are left
The mortal remains thurn into dust, incinerated by this burning winds
On this dead soil, there's no survive, On this dead soil, only death is real
Poisoned, contaminated, useless, devastened, decomposed and emaciated ground of putrid dirt
Deadly gloominess, burning agony, execrated creatures rule this fucking place
ON INFERTILE LAND WE STAY
Starkly solitude, emptiness, lifeless scene
On this dead soil, there's no survive, just death

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