Texty: Kataklysm. In The Arms Of Devastation. It Turns To Rust.

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Fear... with a touch of sin
Death... to resurrect
Pain... to inflict the world
Just let it grow...

To let your blood flow
To feed your dying soul
I'll bring you to this war...
I'll bring you to your door

All compassion fails
Your heart is just as stale
Everything you touch turns to rust