1. Untitled 00:10 instrumental 2. Triumph of Genocide 10:14 Hunt for the guilty ones gas chamber, burning pits on the ground bony creatures standing in front of rifles sound of death echoing from distance tear blurred eyes watching from other side of barbwire stigmatized by not belonging to the rest heritage of being seed of suspicion Extinction, turns new page in history Savage tribal war ethnic cleansing, systematic terror mass rape, torture and death rotting corpses laying under scorning sun 3. Untitled 00:10 instrumental 4. Untitled 00:10 instrumental 5. Casting the First Stone 08:12 Abominations surrounding excuses for human being judged to extermination logical path, they've meant to be Casting First Stone Casting First Stone One takes power into his hands leading world to logical end where few wants to go Weeping crowd under swallowed illusion looks from distance when steps are taken Casting First Stone Casting First Stone Crossed the path of weakness, Into glorious ride Towards bestial survival, towards mightiest pride The call of natural order, the call of tribal bond extermination of savage, extermination of abhor living meat 6. Stabat Mater 19:37 O how sad and afflicted was that blessed Mother of the Only-begotten! Who mourned and grieved, the pious Mother, with seeing the torment of her glorious Son. Who is the man who would not weep if seeing the Mother of Christ in such agony? Who would not have compassion on beholding the devout mother suffering with her Son? He who can see the grief and misery He worships the call of death He who can see the weak falling with grotesque smile on face He who can see the world now burning all the old, turning into dust He who can see the light fading In eyes of the followers of jewchrist For the sins of His people she saw Jesus in torment and subjected to scourge She saw her sweet Son dying, forsaken she saw Jesus in torment while He gave up His spirit. Who would not have compassion on beholding the devout mother suffering with her Son? His eyes burns of lust His fist is raised ready for battle Empathy discarded for Joy of atrocity His world to take, his world to own (The grieving Mother stood beside the cross weeping where her Son was hanging. Through her weeping soul, compassionate and grieving, a sword passed.)
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