Flesh ripped from my bones Survival of the weakest force Bullets form the tongue of damnation Brainwashed minds cut out the eyes Of reason in a desperate stare Hatred comes from nothing more Where's your God now? Mercy does not exist God's children slaying their brothers Signing his name on their grave No stones are left unturned
Bodies cover the floor Grass turns red as the blood descends God is not here anymore Reflection in the knife as your life ends Mercy does not exist God's children slaying their brothers Signing his name on their grave No stones are left unturned
This is hell this is my home, my home is hell In this fucking hell i roam
Need repent, decapitation forced on life Feed torment, mother's raped with rusty knife Hills of bodies, black smoke rises Burning limbs and stench of death Evil machine stands tall holding ground Pure and clean Lies dead and hellbound
This is hell this is home Home is hell in this hell i roam Flesh ripped from your bones Where's your God now?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
