P.U.S.
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On dense mist where reigns the madness
Born the fraternity to evil
That searching answers for destiny
Get animal attitudes...
Cemetery turns home
When weren’t the gutters of the city
Where did the meaning of life is
They’ve searched on trash, on the obscurity
P.U.S. – the total chaos
P.U.S. – anti-social
P.U.S. – destruction
P.U.S. – to false promises
They talk about death music and horror
Thinking diverge, but there’s solution
One is demented, other more than it
But then four come by make a song...
The fraternity will never die
Be it to the good, be it to evil
The demon boys always were brothers
Will be together on doomsday...
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