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Текст (слова) песни: Dawn Of Relic - Bowels Of Murder
Moon of Mons Can you hear the screams feeble, weak and asphyxiated Lurid blade keeps grinding bones
In the grimy darkness Near the River Hate and the Path of Worry
Stream of sadness As the haunted soul Unearth the madness
Bowels of murder Sweep the River Hate And the Path of Worry
Stream of sadness Obsessed, He will kill again
Butcher of Mons Butcher of Mons Savage mad lures the whores To cut away with pain Repetition, Past bears the same
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