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The butcher now is on your back
His initials makes your fear stack

Never seen in the same place
The story of your scarred face

Screaming in pain,
Now you know your death is near
The black rope is in his hands,
With the sharp blades he`ll appear
I've cast the Curse
Of death on you to make your end
Murderous speed to conceal

A. Grieder:

You`ll grind the teeth, you`ll beg on mercy
Your pray is senseless `cause I`m a heresy

My fierce aggression is out of nowhere
My rage possession is not get lower

Screaming in pain,
Now you know your death is near
The black rope is in his hands,
With the sharp blades he`ll appear
I've cast the Curse
Of death on you to make your end
Murderous speed to conceal


Ripping the flesh in the dark
Blood on the pavement - stains in the morning that`s stark

Rumors is flying across this place
The story of your cripple face

Screaming in pain,
Now you know your death is near
The black rope is in his hands,
With the sharp blades he`ll appear
I've cast the Curse
Of death on you to make your end
Murderous speed to conceal

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