Lyrics

Welcome into this realm of mine of sickness and decease Embrace the embryonic state of mind and body free From all the many legions now feeding on the dead Though torn asunder in the fire They all call for the saw And now you're better off dead A sweet dark fire that burns in the pyres of hell Exhumed, consumed and fuel for those Who aim to hack and slash me down from head to toe This burning pyre is but a tad better than the true foe I'd like to whip your ass and whip it good Good ol' fashioned human stew That will once it's served Serve as another mocking bird That lies and abides to the order of unwritten laws The pecking of the one born deviant and easily detected spawn Accepted not for that which isn't clad in fat Bigoted funded keel hauling parades Never ever questioned until now For now you're better off dead There's a sweet dark fire that burns in the pyres of hell Oh how I wish I'd say I dream of you Consumed in flames but every night But I don't, I simply don't care if you die And if it comes down to believing in hell Well, I for one don't have a soul to sell This tub of lard – begotten sod Another one to wage the war More than a harmless relic from an ancient time A laughing matter as tides change in the dark But to know where you're heading Just look where you came from Great hate instigator And now you're better off dead We will all end up there deep below So don't fret and never repent Forgot as nothing in the scheme of things And though to close the book would be the honest thing to do Still he lurks in the shadows a threat to the one... Basher You call me devil – your aim's set Basher A prompt fast answer for the dead eyed Basher Askewed viewed ghoul "Gud som haver barnen kär Se till mig som tretton är Och som vart på rockkonsert Fula gubbar på en scen Rått kött käkar dom och ben Vrålar som besatt om sex Om hur djurets lustar väcks Men jag fattar inget alls När svärdet klyver flickans hals Det står ej i lukas brevet Att dom har sågklingor i skrevet Vart jag mig i världen vänder Blodet syns från deras händer Så Gud genom 1000 watt Hjälp mig nu när det blir natt"
Writer(s): Marcus Hammarstrom, Jimmy Ahovalli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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