Moans. Screams. Cry. Squeals No one survives more than one week Stench. Blood. Flesh. Decay. Severed limbs are everywhere
Mutilation, amputation, execution
All these people were foredoomed To suffering in true hell I did what they asked me to They asked me to kill them
Throe. Death. Fear. Despair. Screams are louder when bone breaks Hatred. Anger. Fury. Scorn. Head flies off from hatchet blow
Excruciation, laceration, evisceration
Unable to endure torture They tried to kill themselves Wishing to be dead faster They asked me to kill them
They asked me to kill them They asked me to kill them
I took lives with my own hands I looked in eyes to see their death
Mutilated bodies die in pools of blood Fresh dismembered corpses lie in pile of rot
Moans. Screams. Cry. Squeals. No one survives more than one week Stench. Blood. Flesh. Decay. Severed limbs are everywhere Severed limbs are everywhere Severed limbs are everywhere They asked me to killTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
