गाने
Oh fucking hell
He won't shut up
He'd wake Christ out of his tomb
He's gonna spit his lungs off
Like a gorilla
Tries to bend bars
Barehanded
Yelling, he will shoot the sheriff, then the deputee
Haunted poor thing
All guards give his
Cell a wide berth
Spreading faeces on the walls
Maybe this witch
Who resides her cave across
Voodoo cursed him
To make him her interlocutor
There is a devil in ISO five
There is a devil in ISO five
There is a devil in ISO five
There is a devil, devil in ISO five
His fists are clenched to a livid
His mad eyes do not even blink
He will not rest until it's human form is dead
There is a devil in ISO five
There is a devil in ISO five
His sore throat is bleeding
His fists are clenched to a livid
There is a devil, devil in ISO five
Written by: Hubert Więcek, Szczepan Inglot
