The goths

The death

The goths
Lots of people use to fear me
Standing on their knees begging for mercy!
Your pain feeds my desire
Your soul will burn like fire

Always think of your death
I want to feel the stop of your breath
I’ll take your soul to a place
I want the extinction of your race

I don’t care with your life
I just want you to die
Don’t believe in my words
Only your painful death is enough
Enough

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