Paroles de Thieves
There are no rewards for consuming the woundedStarved for an easy kill, keep your hunger at bay
I will use your flesh to keep her warm
God would break character if he could for a chance to spit in your face
Guardian angels couldn't keep you safe from me
With my last breath, I will strangle you to death with your own fucking hands
I will make my peace removing the arms of unrepentant thieves
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