I/Incinerated/The Slaughter of the Eighth Passenger
A guest has come In a hostile way Joining his sticky tentacles Into your face Making his stay Completly unprepared Finishing his metamorphosis To the point that Makes you feel a dying pain That break your chest Pulverize your ribs And blow up your lungs Causing your dying end Now the guest is complete Ready to mutilate the 6 riders Practicing his sick game Following his haunting instinct Mutilating their fucking limbs and taking lives The metamophosis is complete Now its gonna take the life of the 6 riders Its preparing their bloody end His slaughter will beginTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
