Last summer we ordered the construction of twenty mobile gassing trucks. Using their redirected exhaust back into the chamber
Mother mary whore of lies your bastard son now is mine
my blackened seed rapes your impure womb desecrate the fucking whore your bastard son is born
vomiting gaschamber perversions that is your fucking fate you and all your swine step in and breath in deep
dying while giving birth struggling to survive the zyklon B strives your baby born to die
rotting cunt vomit your guts gasping for air there is no hope
the promethian flame burns your heart and now you know you must die
Mother mary whore of lies your bastard son now is mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
