Without Cause - Cancer

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Screams of pain haunt the night Cadavers burning oh so bright Left to die horrible death Now awaiting hell's breath Heaps of bodies Pilled ten high Sixteen more

Let me out here burning int his hell 让我离开这里点燃他的地狱 My cascet breathes a stench of burning flesh 我的棺材散发着一股烧肉的恶臭 Incinerating pain left t