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Kishore Kumar Hits — The Flaying - Angry, Undead текст песни

Исполнитель: The Flaying

альбом: Angry, Undead

Many impostors and freaks
Came to my funeral
To spit on my remains
Bells rang nothing
No one to chant my acts
But ravens and larvas
Feel to should have been vanquished
Left alone in my tomb
Trapped in these useless nimbs
Rage, is left into my eyes
Awaken, rather than dead
My contemplation of the other side
You came to desecrate in the night
Angry, Undead!
Untamed, in fury
Angry, Undead!
I returned the pike in your fine brain
I twist, may you feel the pain
You're jerk's prostrated face
As I leave the grave
My path, you brutally embraced
Rage, is left into my eyes
Extend your skin long through the ground
And experiment the process
Of becoming compost
Angry, Undead!
Untamed, in fury
Vanish! Vanish! Vanish!
Suffer a dozen pigments
Towards your decrepit mutation
The enthrallment of an abysmal possession
You'll follow, into the ground...

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