Baphomet Torn Soul текст песни, слова песни Torn Soul Baphomet
Baphomet - Torn Soul
torn apart with huge hooks
shredded up human slop
they will come the masters
pinhead and the chatlers
Trapped inside their gore world
feel the pain in your head
try to hide they'll find you
tear you apart in their fun
Escape for now but they still lurk
smell is foul the blod flows
he returns from beyond
decapitates in the ward
runaway into a room
there they hide feel your doom
hooks will fly through your flest
eyes fall out, smash your head
Feel your self come apart in there
rotting flesh hurts through the air now
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