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Horrible Disease

from Echoes of Death by Putrid Evocation

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In your back
they're awaiting silently,
Is time to crucify
all the servants of the holy faith.
The disease is spread all over the humanity,
Our purpose is one,
the final sign Will enter us into obscurity.

Horrible death,
Horrible death!

Beasts come around us,
It conceals something unspeakable.
Witching hour,
black magicians in conspiracy with our haunt.
In our temple darkness will prevail,
Is time to crucify
all the servants of the holy faith.
Is our night,
fallen ones will rise out of their graves.
Is our night,
fallen ones will rise out of their graves.

Horrible disease!
From the morbid ruins of hell!

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from Echoes of Death, released September 11, 2018

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Putrid Evocation Santiago, Chile

Putrid Evocation has come to an end, may this site remains a faithful testimony of what was an honest act of true south american metal of death.

B.Nekroskull - Vokills / Guitar
R. - Bass / Yells
K. - Guitar
AV - Drums
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