Blood Hecatomb текст песни, слова песни Hecatomb Blood
Blood - Hecatomb
inflamed with endless hate
a victim in my sight
I will be your fate
how many bombs to kill?
how many tons of dynamite?
how many corpses to build a heap?
how many hecatomb to fill massgraves?
death rides...
bombs and bombs and deaths and deaths,
but no one wants to stop this stress
two tribes dream to win
but only loosers in this fucking sin
hecatomb - no one's staying alive
hell's on earth an will rest for a while
the epidemic is satan's right hand
to suffer the remaining ones to death
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