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Kishore Kumar Hits — Graves - Death Dealer текст песни

Исполнитель: Graves

альбом: Pestilence

This is the work of a servant
To try and fill his bloodlust
Body by body they start to pile up
This is the work of a servant
Decay all around
Devoured cities
Burn them to the ground
There's no stopping his bloodlust.
There's no stopping the end
He will drain the blood
From the incision he made in your head
I will shatter the earth
Drag the bodies through the fucking hills Nobody will find those who I've killed
Hundreds upon hundreds lay dead still
There's no stoppping his bloodlust
There's no stopping the end
He will drain the blood
From the incision he made in your head
Veins run dry
Life's expired
You will all pray
I am not your servant
I can't fulfil your bloodlust
I drag these souls to feed the messiah
I am not your servant
I am not your crown to take
I am not your slave to make I walk away and leave you starved, my name etched in scars

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