Watching the house of these three little bastards
A hunt for ten years will now end
Braking the door of these three little bastards
Back to hell they will be sent
Smashing faces, revenge begins
Crushing bones, no escape
Slashing, cutting, blood spread around
Here in my rage they will be bound
Die, Die, Die
Triple Murder
Out of my cell, rise up again
Like the angel of death
Roaming the land, bringing three souls the pain
Sucking out their last breath
Using the saw like a pen
Creating sculptures of madness
Burning their heads, melting their brains
Ashes as the only relict of life
At the end six feet under
The rotting bodies rest in pieces
Over the screaming, over the prayers
Sweet kiss of death the only release
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