Letras
Forsaken the fallen shall rise up again
Summoned by Lucifer rose from the ash
Broken the hold which I had on the casket
My ticket to Hell is to murder again
Body bags, under the bridge
Lack of remorse as I open your wrist
Slowly I bake in the stench of the flesh
As I feel like I'm Bane I just cannot be saved
Sirens they echo as they scream and blast
I'm surrounded by callers which haunt me and laugh
Sick of the voices which ring from the past
Cause my only resolve is to murder again
Deep in a vacant where cold is the basement
The temperature cool so I store all the bags
Hello Mr Roger's, you'd never guess that
I'm hiding more bodies inside of the fridge
When rituals are taken to burn through the pages
Of satanic scriptures the bible of man
Holding me close is the Holy Spirit
I'll murder until your whole bloodline is scrapped
Harvesting souls which I guide to the afterlife
Holding a light as I walk with the dead
Eyes turning red, welcome to fear
Sick in the head I am twisted impaired
Butchering limbs off of women and children
I'm licking my fingers between all the cuts
I ain't gon' stop until I get caught
Fucking a corpse while I'm covered in blood
Feasting on flesh as I dance with the devil
To get high as fuck dragging bodies through mud
Murdered a slut, eating her guts
Angels are falling from clouds up above