The ballad to the harvest (исполнитель: Weh)

Hail dark shadow, hail black death. Can you smell the grim reapers breath. Armageddon by nuclear war, just imagine all this no more. Fear feeding, eyes bleeding. Chaos storming in. Blood churning, guts burning. This battle he will win. Great great grandma, unborn child. We all perish, both tame and wild. Mad creations, man-made [bad word]  It’s the end and it’s just as well. Earth quaking, bones breaking. Angel of death is here. Souls grieving, lives leaving. No time to save your dear. Fear feeding, eyes bleeding. Chaos storming in. Blood churning, guts burning. This battle he will win.
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