Maruta
Seversun
GENRE
Cast iron logic
Cult of science, liberating agony
Gas chamber lullaby
Forest of walking logs
Try to saw it, try to assess
Eviscerate, get a closer look
Dead shell full of entrails
And other useful details
Life will praise what is done by means of death
But now you're on killing bed
Your time has come
Now time has come
I know who you are, I know you are Maruta
You'll be burned, will be smoke that we breathe, can't exhale
It will colonize inside us, inner hell
Burning, living with us our lifе on the lips
Saliva-butterflies
Splashing around from mouth full of blank
Maggots stuck on
Hands-branchеs embracing metal rack
Cankered flesh, putrefaction
Eternal gene contamination
Scald then congeal, thinning forcemeat
Justified annihilation
Life will praise what is done by means of death
But you are still on killing bed
Sing with me my song, fall to sleep
Dream my land of the bleeding sun
Test what fear is
Degust blood taste
Draw still-life with raw internals
Higher humanity level
Is easy to be achieved
When your soul is amputated
Life will praise what is done by means of death
But you are still on killing bed
Your work is done
Now all is done
I know who you are!
Cult of science, liberating agony
Gas chamber lullaby
Forest of walking logs
Try to saw it, try to assess
Eviscerate, get a closer look
Dead shell full of entrails
And other useful details
Life will praise what is done by means of death
But now you're on killing bed
Your time has come
Now time has come
I know who you are, I know you are Maruta
You'll be burned, will be smoke that we breathe, can't exhale
It will colonize inside us, inner hell
Burning, living with us our lifе on the lips
Saliva-butterflies
Splashing around from mouth full of blank
Maggots stuck on
Hands-branchеs embracing metal rack
Cankered flesh, putrefaction
Eternal gene contamination
Scald then congeal, thinning forcemeat
Justified annihilation
Life will praise what is done by means of death
But you are still on killing bed
Sing with me my song, fall to sleep
Dream my land of the bleeding sun
Test what fear is
Degust blood taste
Draw still-life with raw internals
Higher humanity level
Is easy to be achieved
When your soul is amputated
Life will praise what is done by means of death
But you are still on killing bed
Your work is done
Now all is done
I know who you are!
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