Текст песни CREMATORY - Victims
CREMATORY - Victims слова песни
Текст песни CREMATORY - Victims
Soon I feel the powerSurging through my soulI feel a hatred deep and pureNo bloodshed could consoleNow the change becomes meMy terror grows within( )And as I scream for vengeanceI start my life of sinSeeking out my victimsLaughing at their plessWhat care I when I amThe victim of lycantropySuddenly I sniff your scentYour blood smells so sweetI lust to feast upon your heartAnd on your raw red meatSpringing from the shadowsI'm ripping out your brainYour body flails in tormentAnd thrashes from the painSpringing from the shadowsI'm ripping out your brainYour body flails in tormentAnd thrashes from the painSeeking out my victimsLaughing at their pless