Fruit of many wicked nights A being invocated from hell Came to us with all his bestiality Covered in deformities
Evil's son without a father Killed his own mother at his birth time Slashing her belly ripping her skin The creature came out within his mother's screams
Full of hate with a scary stare He brought fear lacking of tenderness He could saw the people's fear, feel rejection Willing to kill them
Touched by Satan's hands The son of evil grew up satisfied by his killing motivation He too the blade and felt the very essence of life in his hands He begun to chase anyone around him
He ever felt no sorrow for no one He hated human stench A rotten being was happy seeing all victims begging for life You'll never escape, the blade is waiting for you The grave is waiting for you real soonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
