“Have your knives prepare For this unforgettable night Getting ready to open bodies Everybody will die”
Suspicious posture Everyone is afraid He’s always got a mad face He won’t let you leave
Beware of the Hell’s Butcher! You wouldn’t want to fall Beware of the Hell’s Butcher! Corpses all around
Every Friday evening Waits inside his shop Until the moonlight appears And kill them, Non-Stop
Bleed and bleed your skin By the three inches scars Just for passion, just for fun He kills as he can
Beware of the Hell’s Butcher! You wouldn’t want to fall Beware of the Hell’s Butcher! Corpses all around
Thirsty for mutilating Euphoria, rage Nobody knows what’s going on his mind Nobody knows how hard it was for him
Beware of the Hell’s Butcher! You wouldn’t want to fall Beware of the Hell’s Butcher! Corpses all around
All around Corpses all around Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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