Cult Ritual - Saturday's Blood | Текст песни

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Saturday night - get killed for good. Saturday night is Wolfsblood. Forget it till you puke it up because you couldn't nail the coffin shut. Old man's bones are all broken up and Braineater is sleeping on your mother's couch. Saturday night is Wolfsblood. For everyone. Death wish in the hearts of everyone. To think that in another time, we were the chosen ones. F-U-N cast a spark again. F-U-N in the dark again.

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