Disgusting feeling in the Darkness
Only wanting to murder
The hate of my Mother.
I twist your legs the wrong way.
Death they smelt, nostrils over.
Loaded with stenchy grench!
Bodies overthrown and then crushed
Within their own limbs, broken, torn, elastic.
Sick dirty fools - Horrible twits.
I make you die, doggy pigs.
Remember as children we crawled,
Now I disgrace the Throg Lord.
Children were burned with coal embers,
Their faces torched and melted with salty flames.
Vikings had dreams of free goblins and shiny skies!
Blood spilled and bladder operations were untrue!
Awful Spit Bastards were looked upon
With an unnatural view point.
There was only one thing to do.
Watch their legs twist with
Spanners on their ankles.
Chainsaws cutting their fibias,
Blood (Crimson with clots!),
Yes, lovely blood!
Blood!
Oh, YES!!!
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
