Произведение написано для музыкального проекта Running Dead
Zombies around your last asylum
They are pushing through the door
There is no hope, they are already near
They are feed pervasive fear
Doubt in your head, coolness on your spine
This morning were started so fine...
Awful massacre, repulsive disgust
This evening for you will be last!!!
Death In Corpse's Hands x4
Don't let them bite yourself!
In this rundown hotel,
Prepare to defend your skin
While deadmans growls a hymn...
They're breaking through the door
They want you to be tore -
They are bloodthirsty beasts
They're like a bloody feast!
Your resistance quickly broken
Mangled guts so fucking taste
After death you'll be awoken
Bloody gore on eaten face...
2, 23 января 2014, 28 октября 2016
Death In Corpses Hands
© Copyright: Макс Богоявленский, 2014
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