Cryptic Slaughter

Cryptic Slaughter - Rest in Pain songtekst

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Mindless screams from the field of hate

Increase our panic as generals scheme

Mangled bodies emerge from the smoke

Unconsciously begging the night's downfall



Life is just a fantasy

Death is felt in vain

No control or destiny

We will rest in pain



The instinct to kill is what they expect

Employed for destruction or the unbalanced will

Expectations of truth are lost with the dead

As thoughtless minds injure, all hope is lost



Free will controls what's left of our minds

Survival drives our battered souls

The pain we carry to the grave

Shows indifference in the eyes of slaves
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