MistressOfPain

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APOCALYPSE 12.4Trough the sand of timehe comes here to smash our world.the seven gates of hellare opened byblood dropping hands.I see the evil comes into,i see what one day will be.Apocalypse, apocalypse hear the soundof one million skeletons smashedand raped.the sky is black,the holocaust startsinside your poor body.i am the new messiah in these old timesi am the messenger of death,i am the seventh partsof the seventh ancientsApocalypse, apocalypseyou can hear me laughing trough the treeseverytimes i can see blood runs on the desert sand.no way to passion and to fearlive the apocalipse, now he isbetween us, near your eyes,into my soul.He is our Lord, our dark side of egowe will free,Sodoma and Gomorrah are still lifethe resurrection of evil  is all that we wantApocalypse,apocalypse sweet word to speak.Trough the sand of timehe comes here to smash our world.the seven gates of hellare opened byblood dropping hands.I see the evil comes into,i see what one day will be.smile, your mummy is deadand try to think that is just SUDDEN DEATH