Coffins

Rotten disciples

Coffins
Blaspheme the souls and proselytize
Let rotten bodies start a blind parade

On their traces maggots sing
From their mouths locusts exhale

They hunt the victims for their new lord
The stench signifies their coming

Rotten disciples with new belief
You will be hanged by your own guts

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