Murder on the Dancefloor - Fuck it, For Satan | Текст песни

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This is an all out war, soon i'll be the only one left, come out come wherever you are its time to fight wield your arms prepare to fight, Gauge right to your fucking face decapitation, wretched fight to the death, corpses limbs are flying, bodies are dropping death is here, victim in the hands, pulling out entrails, making them beg for death, letting out a gut wrenching howl, do not give them peace, welcome to this new kind of own personal hell welcome to hell, skin the fuck alive, carve his flesh, make the fucker whine, leaving victims in the wake of blood-storm's, bound for the the skin to rip off, off the bones crying out, you'll never take me alive, its time to end this all, pray to your god that he'll let you in.

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