Godless Filicide - Chance For Chainsaw [2010] | Текст песни

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• Chance For Chainsaw [2010]

In the darkness you run to nowhere,
Whole in blood, far away from home,
You are frightened, noises are everywhere,
You are scared like a jerk who wants to mom.
Death is on his trail, hell is waiting for your soul:
Shit will boil in your gut, and at last your body'll blow.
There is a chainsaw on the right,
And there's fearlessness in his head,
His teeth are stained with fresh and juicy blood,
And his eyes are full of hate.
But by the way you mustn't be in fear,
Better be relaxed and drink this bottle of beer.
Violating access to backstage of mind,
Is very disgusting, not every man is blind.
Everyone will die but not everyone foresee,
In which kind of violence their death will be.
Oh, come on, bro, don't you know this fucking foe?
Three-point-one-four mathemathics cuts you for death.
Don't run at home, it's useless dude, better go to hell.
Death is alone. Your mission accomplished, you've done it very well.
Best picture of fall at all.
Chance for chainsaw, addict!

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