All night you can feel all the blood, it runs Dying from the death of the machine gun Crying on a field, without Mercy Death in your eyes, you have never seen
Torment all the priest on Earth Quarter all the enemies tonight Nail all their corpses to the cross Choose the dirty laughing from your face
Cry War
Flashlight is taking all the flash from your face Torture feels like the fastest black race Dying everyday it is the same Laughing about the corpses in this game Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
