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The words are verses of Al Azif.
The bass strings are the entrails of the Goat.
The drums are a sledgehammer that will relentlessly come down on the skulls of the pure and innocent.
The guitar is a chorus of esophagus tumors that appear before the age of forty.
The voice is the rage. It is hatred that degenerates into hate.
Stefania, I love you without controversy. Leave the tattoo artists and come back to me.
Forget the Deafheaven and the simple spritz with an olive, take the Vermin Womb and the chickpea water with anchovy.
You can bite my nails whenever you want.
We will listen to Cancer dissolve and love each other for another year and a half.
To destruction.
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