Silent Carnage by Paramaecium
For the wages of sin is death
Scraping bodies out of the gutter
Rotting corpses piled on each other
Infesting plagues defiled the land
Sole rectification through sacrificed Son of Man
BRIDGE
Foul stench fills the street
Silent carnage, rotting meat
Tormented faces in despair
As vultures fill the air
Waiting to rip apart their prey
Seeking to take it all away
Taking them for all they have
Final chance to reach for life
REFRAIN
Regeneration through reconciliation
Obliterate the plague from the land
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