Teksty:
Yattering Murder S Concept

relase your blood I let flow - more And more - I smash Pieces of you on the wall Your body no longer resists - You are to surrender - - You are to die. Murder

Supernatural Beings managed to Accelerate the creation of life! A moment of extasy, love - like orgasm The passing of semen that brings joy. Consciousless

short life Bits of human flesh Deprived of shape Reached by fate Enhances common fear Of the crowd passing by It's fate breathes deep It's fate witers

delicate moves And that strange freshness Now, she's just a dead, Ripped corpse ...In the cut throat I find my pleasure Raping the child You hatefully murder

I wish I had the choice Now you beat me - that is you will I`d love to stroke Your baby-face I`d love to hold you In my arms But there`s little love