Stinky - Storm Surge


Nothing, can stop them, they will burn the ground, they come with their militias, their sentinels, their cerberus and their visions of democracy
They will sell father and mother in the name of Mammon, bring war and terror, this world is full of chaos...


At the end of the day
There will be nothing left to fear
No place for us to go
Nowhere to run or hide

No place for us to go

We are building our own grave
« Embracing the death »

We are building our own grave
« Embracing the death »

We're the patients without medics
prisoners of this asylum

Ruins under ashes

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