Calth

The utter religion of death

Calth
There is no time to wait, no time to run
This hand, over the whole world is the pest
Living in the vein of each religion of death
The soul will not be saved from any Idol
Or any simbol of total mistake and broke
Now is the time of utter rejection, time to
Speak with no words or signs and symbols
We need only a signal and weapons...
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