Текст песни: Festering fiesta (Whitechapel )

Staring at the remnants
Of the concoction of vital fluid
My appetite is repulsive
Nonetheless i still pursue
I’m basking in the glory
I have so desired
I confer your presentation
You’ve bestowed
Rusted tools
Rusted tools
Exicing
Rotting
Dead
Rusted tools,exicing,rotting,dead
With your corpse i lay caressing
My fun is done,it’s time to send you back
I’ll slam it six feet deep
Closer to Hell!
Decending

Back into your grave
You’ve been dismembered
Molested
(And maimed)
And maimed!
I can breathe again
Erection wearing thin
Oh!
Looking through the eyes of a
necromaniac
A schizophrenic being uniting the dead
A post-mortem oath inscribed on your back
With this oath i’ve claimed your head
Morbid desires finally flulilled
Returning to the grave for a second course
Vile stench of dessication forming in my nodes!
CHAINSAW RAPING
BLOATED CARCASS
HACKED TO PIECES
NECROMANIAC!
Rrraw!

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Исполнитель: Whitechapel

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