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Krushing at the Party San, hear the hordes rejoice |
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Filth to feed the Vermin, 'n beer to oil the voice |
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We'll beat your eardrums useless, and tie you on the Rack |
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Bones and nerves are grind to pulp, we are ****en back |
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Again we set the standards, get the message clear |
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Leave the ****en stage bitch, no room for you here |
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Mercy won't be given, as we enter our domain |
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Endlessly you'll suffer, on the altar of pain |
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Merchants of brutality, death our only rule |
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The doctrine of true metal, gods of the old school |
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Die by ****en Asphyx, ultra loud we slay |
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Skinned alive you humbly beg for death the brutal way! |
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Pouring molten mayhem, controllers of the saw |
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A liquid iron overdose, we'll have it ****en raw |
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Never shown respect for ya, spitting on your age |
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Turn the spotlights on, unleash the monsters from their cage |
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Feel the trembling earth, eating away your dignity |
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Watch the blood pour out as you lose virginity |
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We don't need no make-up, slugs from armored stacks |
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Honest to the core as we make you bastards crack |
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Merchants of brutality, death our only rule |
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The doctrine of true metal, gods of the old school |
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Die by ****en Asphyx, ultra loud we slay |
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Skinned alive you humbly beg for death the brutal way! |
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Hitting pandemonium, bring the sacrifice |
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Swallowing this dish of steel, diving in dry ice |
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Razorblades cut through your skull, painful as the pox |
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We'll break the ****en speed of light, the afterlife will shock |
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Order will be chaos, the watcher now will see |
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Born for immortality, eternity will scream |
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Pouring molten mayhem, controllers of the saw |
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A liquid iron overdose, we'll have it ****en raw |
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Merchants of brutality, death our only rule |
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The doctrine of true metal, gods of the old school |
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Die by ****en Asphyx, ultra loud we slay |
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Skinned alive you humbly beg for death the brutal way! |
