Fetus Stench - By Butchery Divorced | Текст песни

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• Fetus Stench
• By Butchery Divorced

One last time, let it out and shed the blood
One last time, let the craving do the job
The hate flows, resulting in a sadistic ritual
My mind is clouded with darkness, it will lead to her fall

Now it's time to kill, the guts are gonna spill
A sharpened blade gets placed between the eyes
The rope is tied to the roof
Kick the chair and make her choke

Hanging from the gallow, knife embedded in the face
Slowly awaiting death's embrace
Fluids vanished, blood runs cold
The body forsaken awaiting the grave

Can't find a meaning, a reason to stay
It is time to leave this fucking place
Gun to the mouth, the trigger gets pulled,
Vision red, all I can see is my bleeding flesh

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