Deceased Futuristic Doom текст песни, слова песни Futuristic Doom Deceased
Deceased - Futuristic Doom
Destructions ready to unfold, death is what the future holds
Hate's the boiling over in the mutants slowly planning
Their dark revenge of the saviour of death
Death!!
Earth, has, no, future.....
Doom!!
The coven of the hateful prepared
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