Lyrics Dying Culture (Second Movement) - :Wumpscut:

Dying culture don′t abuse me you'll need me soon
Fighting for you I′ll tear up your 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 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 squirt the poison of truth
Into your swelled body in your swelled body

Dying culture
Your blood on my hands

No one will stop me, the blossom of death
So feel my cape covering mankind

Dying culture
Your blood on my hands

On my hands

Fuck you
Dying culture
Your blood on my hands