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The CrawlPressed down to the groundWith blood-stained legs Write with pain With gratitude licking its suppuration Freedom exchanged For the rules, for right To scrape off the filth of existence Follow the fallen! Join the Crawl! Think on command! Troops of the groveling puppets Follow the faceless leaders That escorting you to shooting execution Follow the fallen! Join the Crawl! By pitiful speech of fallen in rapture You gulp down the blood Of rotten gods Resurrecting the ashes Worshiping to corruption In the rush for attaining perfection you forgot You're already dead Humiliation your revere Like sluts tremble over the money Dissolving in mass Crawl deify marchers |