Mortuary Sickish Disease текст песни, слова песни Sickish Disease Mortuary
Mortuary - Sickish Disease
From the rancid world
The virgin is infested
By pollution and twisted thoughts
While the wises seek below
Religion fall no slow
Suffering the pain
As your blood is turned to shit
Sickening
Sickish disease
Babies born with the sword inside
Their infested fathers now they must die
Bastard Pope he lies in his world
He loves the gay, lesbian and whore
Walk with care cause you can die
Satan's whore is free for your soul
You fuck her body the virus inside
Soon your life decays and dies
Insanity beget insanity
As evil beget evil
As pain beget pain
As pest beget pest
As sickish beget death
As your death beget pleasure!
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