Слова:
Butcher Abc

On the field of battle, death had always won All laws forgotten, mercy for none Expose the bowels, entrails splayed Fields of corpses, putrescence divine

In the lord of butchery all sinners burn, without mercy submerged in gore morbid angel of death flies free the sky is turning red apocalypse is here

Plummeting down, smashed into the ground Peaceful collapse, existence relapse Carnal fulfilment, holy defilement Deviant freak, pervert of god Sacrilegious

Every day, I start anew Ever biding fact that my life is almost through Going to hell, calling it life A constant moment suffering is what we?re meant