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• Artiste: Boy Gore
• Titre: Crematoria...
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Oh my sweet Crematoria,who's heaving breasts remind me of, the fatal kiss of suicide,when perfumed with formaldehyde they tried to take you away from me,so I took away their lives but first I killed their relatives,their children and their wives, they thought your death wound end my love for you,but that was a grave mistake,my hands are still covered with their blood as from the furnace I collect your remains, the roads belong to us my love,and those who dare to block our way, will pay profusely with their blood,as I make it shower the ground like rain, the trunk of my old muscle car is now a shrine to you,a half charred godess well preserved by embalming fluid, the cops are on our trail now,as we hide in cheap motels a deputy pulls us over,so I shoot him in the face...