Trapped in my room Sodomizing a bitch I open a smirnoff And start to drink After two litres I go to the streets Totaly drunk And fainted to the ground
People are blind with something Can't make happen their desires All from their god stinks The reason must talk higher Jesus is rotting Jesus now died
Based on the true story of the maniac Carlos Lippel 1946-1977 Screams of agony Echoing all corners The torment of a cursed and Distorted soul Voluptous
A legion of different hearts an army of equal minds same blood in their veins burning high, pumping hard brothers in uncomformity Warriors of same land
On fire of darkness rise a scream of hate Satanas want vomit on son of God's face your eyes have wrath and promiscing a slaughter the angels of lucifer
Solitude behind these endless walls Despair for tomorrow that never comes Trustful 'cause he knows that this tomorrow Will come before the day ends The
The night is cold and the sky is without light only a darkned moon will be the witness in this night First hymnes are heard the invocation starts with
All these yars passed, had showed us the same facts. Drugs and booze are giving the sign to the life of millions of young souls, that are rotting their
The sunshine of dawn will born Rain falls at the end of the night Wetting your face, your soul Speed is your way of life Soon you'll meet your face Reflected
Inside my freedom I'm slaved By those tastes of lust and evil I cannot escape I ever hear a voice A voice that is my sign Sex, drinks & metal The destiny
Maybe you can think we are pessimistics obstinated, that's OK this is your point of view we're not truth owners But we want to know what you have to say
Screams of chaos the final bloody is started kill or die save your putrid life is the enf of universe the death is on your back dark angels on massacre
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He was a wicked man, Satan lives in his eyes. A creature from no land, cross his way and you will die!!! He's the evil one Prowling through endless nights
Vices, madness, passion, hate Thirst for power and being Diversion thru opression Starts an intense reaction Trying to say something You can burn yourself
Sometimes you think that your life is sick and everything is going bad. You can't support the pression in your head. There is clouds of tormentsin your
So many centuries before a stigmatized child was born legends and fables are told the truth nobody knows A humble child with (a) weak mind goodness in
In the dark side of our brains Can be hidden cruel desires Sodomy, blood, death and sadism It's so good to turn them into reality Tracy you hurt me and