God Dethroned The Art Of Immolation текст песни, слова песни The Art Of Immolation God Dethroned
God Dethroned - The Art Of Immolation
Frost in your spine, immunes you from all pain into a peaceful sleep
Spots of black and blue, dance before your eyes, you're not
hypnotized
you're just dead
The blade of my sword seperates the bones in your back and in your neck
The art of immolation
I am Jack. I bring you to the land of the dead
You can't believe it, when you see me, but it's really me, believe me
Yes. I am Jack. I bring you to the land of the dead.
Take my hand and I'll take your miserable fucking life
Slaughtered, you're just slaughtered.
you dare not to resist me
slaughtered, you're just slaughtered
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