Paroles de Blessed Be, The Grim Art!
The first depthBefore he built his six
When you, the son of the guide, son of the Transylvanian plague,
Started to fail, beneath the Turkish rein
We hail your grim arts of travesty, the pain was real
Your arts of grim desseray
Fear and death, agony and synestithy, to anyone who didn't obey you!
The grim arts of disastrophy has started!
Suffering for hours, under your sight,
The human race was suffering for your pure pleasure,
Spilling blood everywhere!
Stick a stake, into the victim's anus
When his crys out to
Started loaded forward
Throughout
The victim the stake
No mercy for the weak ones!
No mercy,
For the human race!
By the grim art of disastrophy
We shall prevail our will
Our obey, or you'll die We stand victorius!
Hail son of the son
He will come again, he will come again!
(Gracias a javier por esta letra)
The grim arts of disastrophy has started!
Suffering for hours, under your sight,
The human race was suffering for your pure pleasure,
Spilling blood everywhere!
Stick a stake, into the victim's anus
When his crys out to
Started loaded forward
Throughout
The victim the stake
No mercy for the weak ones!
No mercy,
For the human race!
By the grim art of disastrophy
We shall prevail our will
Our obey, or you'll die We stand victorius!
Hail son of the son
He will come again, he will come again!
(Gracias a javier por esta letra)
Paroles powered by LyricFind
