Pure little child shoots its mother dead First victim was no accident He tried to get her but got ripped apart Wielding the axe and decapitate
Pitchfork strikes and impales the neck A bloody hook to rip intestines out Kill the bastard and rip him in half There's endless ways to kill and mutilate
By sword, by pick, by axe, bye bye By sword, by pick, by axe - you'll die! By sword, by pick, by axe, bye bye By Sword, by pick, by axe - you'll die!
Deadly terror is what feeds him good Let the blood flow, let it flow In the eyes of a hellish fiend You're only worthy when you're dead
By sword, by pick, by axe, bye bye By sword, by pick, by axe - you'll die! By sword, by pick, by axe, bye bye By Sword, by pick, by axe - you'll die!
No chance to control this horrid mind The impulse strikes to fulfill the need He must crush, and slash, and stab, and obliterate There's no escape from the jaws of death
Slice your skin, rip your flesh apart Take your soul, leave you ripped and torn Total hate, the need to mutilate Which each time he gets rebornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
