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Purifying With GoreMiserable creatures are thee filthyIn wait for the infested blood Acidic substances, injected in the body of the being Through the years, ripping flesh through the skin Slowing rotting it, till the day of purification Only the ones baptized in blood Will survive all brutal hells Created from the vortex of the mind Death is the path to torment Not existing ever any mercy Toward living kind Before the ulta-destroyer barrier |