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• Artiste: Embalmer
• Titre: Limbs In The Grinder
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[Music by: Lesniak, Stewart] Don't you need their flesh? It's part of your salvation An axe to use or my sword is your swift damnation A monster is what they all will say I am Looking for my next unsuspecting victim Tortured ruthlessly, beaten senselessly Your damned prophecy, limbless suffering Fetish of a twisted madman Needs fresh parts to amputate them Chop them off and store their use for Limbs to feed my human grinder Suffering and pleading, lost your legs and bleeding Torso victim, last breath, sawed in half to your death Grease my machine with your guts and your blood Bury your bones deep inside of the mud Murdered ruthlessly, slaughtered senselessly Final prophecy, time for feeding When I was born I was spit from Hell to rape, to ravage, to kill, to murder No one can stop me, no one's gonna kill me, I'm sicker than the Devil You will all fucking fear me Don't you need their flesh? It's part of your salvation An axe to use or my sword is your swift damnation A monster is what they all will say I am Looking for my next unsuspecting victim