The knots I feel when I'm Inside of you RAPE ME A thought that's never slipped passed your lips And soon to be, you will come to your grips Envision me, as I spit on your grave. You can run but there is no escape Caressed by Death , Defiled by Hate You'll never survive Don't fight your demise Running will make it worse, you feeble minded Pig. Disgusted with your ways soon to be a memory. For what's to come Will leave the casket closed. As we sodomize her Ripping her limb from limb Fucking remaining holes no traces left As I spit on her grave Take a gander of snapped necks From ropes that you'll soon hang from Dragging you through the woods Where the Black Mass assembles each moon A malevolent possession of the innocent trapped with these words, we chant: 'Que el cuerpo del difunto no levantarse de Santa MUERTE' Burn the Corpse Engulfed in flames Introduced to the smell of bodies decayed. May the parted Never Rise again As I spit on your grave.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
