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The next buried dead
The next dribble shed
Of my endless blood path
You will drown in a bog
I cannot see a bit of pity
You are my prey
Without face and without name


Cold steel in my mouth
No more screams and no more shouts
I’ve seen it so many times
That I find it pretty fine
Cruelty in disguise, a killer with his lies
Like a flash in my brain
What I'm cutting are my veins

Close your eyes and pray
but nothing will remain but
A spit on your soul
and another on your god

Straight to your grave
Die!!!
For my pleasure die
Blood path!!!

Unspoken words homicidal thoughts
Can't wait anymore
All I need is fuckin' gore
Cutting and grinding
Breathing your flesh
The smell of death
n my nose on my hands and in my head
The way so far
My hellish blood path

Close your eyes and pray
but nothing will remain but
A spit on your soul
and another on your god

Straight to your grave
Die!!!
For my pleasure die
Blood path!!!

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