Текст песни BATHORY - Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930
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Текст песни BATHORY - Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930
Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene.Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed.Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins.Preparations made. The axe gets a final trim.Shadowed figures came at night. The hands wouldclutch and strike his thighs. The kid would not evenbe weeping. This kid pretending he's sleeping.( )Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930Kept within his young strained mind all this damn time.Not a hint at what grew steadily inside.The hate during prayer at supper and the surpressedat school. The need to be able to strike back grew.Memories of fingers penetrating. Years of terrorgenerating emotions functioning as fuelwhen this kid walks down his parents room.Parts of bodies found. The blood splattered all aroundThe result of the hate unleashed. Just one shot was heard.