Dying Culture Lyrics - Dried Blood Of Gomorrha - Wumpscut

Dying culture 

don't abuse me 

you'll need me soon 

Fighting for you 

I'll tear up you bodies 

taste the sweet smell of blood 

Slow death I cause 

and nightmares I bring 

Dying culture 

no more money counts 

only a fear of senseless praying 

Dying culture 

your blood's on my hands 

Dying culture 

was there an ending 

what was on your mind 

Your own breed collapsed 

suffered from cancer 

Taste the sweet smell of plague 

Dying culture 

it's the last time i squire the poison of truth 

into your swelled body 

Dying culture 

your blood's on my hands 

No one will stop me 

the blossom of death 

so feel my cape covering mankind 

Dying culture 

your blood's on my hands 

Fuck you 

dying culture 

Your blood's on my hands