Uggghh, Aarrgghh. Run, Run, Crawl.
Screams, crunching iron, beautiful death.
Evil metal pumping crushing destructive
Smashing machine generates onwards.
The splendid automobile likes to harass,
And annoy the living with sights of
Immense torture, death and bad-evil deeds.
Walloping sounds from the broken vertebra.
Happy pleasant young innocent children,
Splattered by next-of-kin's infected gizzards.
Tomorrow, no. Death, yes.
Oh Death so handsome, come to them,
Relieve the few left of their peril,
With the dark contraption.
Yes, beastly engine, pump onwards,
Kill mankind, defecate on tiny children,
And rumble and roar with contempt
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
