ترانه:
Rose Funeral

up high And wash us away Like innocence and childbirth You look just like your mother And you look just like your father Forgive him, our father Your son is smiling So lay roses

I feel the ground before my feet. Its wretched dirt. The wind encased with every dying breath of blood thirst. I've touched the hand of god and crushed

Waken upon thee. Your mouth fills with dirt. Tortured and you scream. Your veins begin to squirt. Splitting of your spine. The neck will start flush.

Rot. Kill. Mutilate. Strip the bodies flesh, Now beg. Look into my eyes and pray. I am the creator of your grave. Flames are burning through. The skulls

I'm back for blood. And the flesh, which I'll consume. Your body's tied up in a room, Where you'll take your last fucking breath. Your cries are piercing

Kill! Carving your skin, removing traces of flesh. Ripping through your guts, the knife comes back again. Shattered faces longing for the end. Don't waste

Crush in your face Smash up your teeth I want you dead I just want to see your blood As you suffer You bleed to death Your skull is fractured Face is

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I want you dead No longer breathing Suffering in blood Die! Feel my pain Choke on your words I have no remorse I want you dead No longer breathing Suffering