Watching the house of these three little bastards A hunt for ten years will now end Braking the door of these three little bastards Back to hell they will be sent
Smashing faces, revenge begins Crushing bones, no escape Slashing, cutting, blood spread around Here in my rage they will be bound
Die, Die, Die Triple Murder
Out of my cell, rise up again Like the angel of death Roaming the land, bringing three souls the pain Sucking out their last breath
Using the saw like a pen Creating sculptures of madness Burning their heads, melting their brains Ashes as the only relict of life
At the end six feet under The rotting bodies rest in pieces Over the screaming, over the prayers Sweet kiss of death the only release Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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