With Scorn For Human Race letra

Depressing loathing, destructive desire
Suicidal instincts, hate from inside strangles, strangles me.
Slow death is the deformed fate of humanity
This filthy earth smells cadaverous

I am filled with disgust towards humanity
It�s no place for pity, this race evokes scorn.
Slow death is the deformed fate of humanity
This filthy earth smells, smells cadaverous

It can be heard the last breath of earth
It can be feel the mass loss of humanity
Here neither death is redemption
Slow torment, never-ending destruction.

Labyrinth of Abyss - Letras

• Catacombs Of Terror
• From The Abyss We Are Return
• Impaler Count's Return
• Nihilistic, Decadent Earthly Lifeform
• Shadows Of Time Over The Bálványos Ruins
• Siculicidium 1764
• The Cult Of Turul Pride
• The Curse Of Impaler
• With Scorn For Human Race
• Wolves Pray In The Cursed December