Building the machine for the sheer bloody fun of it At the corporation of the dead Satanic circuits intertwined ‘neath the shining hull For the day when you are fed to Hell
Put the burning key in the ignition And feel the metal engine roar Smell the sulfur fumes Where the exhaust pipe exits no one really knows for sure
It is the last car that you’ll ever drive And you will get it once on the other side When you take your last breath The keys will be handed to you by Death
Now someones’ bones crack It’s the pavement made From the bodies of little angels slayed From the time when time was nothing more Than just a speck of dirt In the periphery of some other deities little wet dream And there’s another thing you see You will have payed the whole thing off With the time spent living dead above the ground
Depending on the life you’ve lived The more the merrier evil kills The features of your project S.A.T.A.N. Will be installed to slay them all
Project S.A.T.A.N.!
The bringer of hell! Demanding blood for fuel How it ends only the dead can tell The bringer of hell! Five pointed steering wheel The feature of the damnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
