This old barn Now a place of peace for me Here lies My collection of human beings
Closer and closer A putrid smell comes creeping Closer and closer Clogging bloody apocalypse
Hanging from the hooks, I admire It's a hard work but pays off with time
It's a pleasure My chainsaw begs for it To feel your guts Interlacing in it
Like a butcher I enjoy cutting things Seeing the bodies Hanged from the ceiling
I will rip you like a jigsaw
I am the abyss Dark as the eyes can see Butcher, misanthropic, filthy and sick Twisted desolation Through a vessel of necrophilic hate
Welcome to hell Your worst nightmare Welcome to hell Your worst nightmare awakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
