Those Poor Bastards - Meet Your Unmaker | Текст песни

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Flesh does rot so quickly
Souls do burn eternally
Don’t bother asking when or why
Be prepared to slowly die
Die!

Meet your unmaker
Your undertaker

Feel the cold eternal curse
Fall into my funeral hearse
Everything is black and senseless
Hear the serpents sickly death hiss

Meet your unmaker
Your undertaker
Oh my god you will suffer

Hanging from a rusted meat hook
Satan comes just to take a look
All is rotten dead and buried
Evil grows from one corrupt seed

Meet your unmaker
Your undertaker

Hell is full and Heaven’s empty
Nothing is or was or shall be
Go ahead and pray for mercy
Your god cares even less than me

Meet your unmaker
Your undertaker
Oh my god you will suffer

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