Текст (слова) песни: Lord Gore - Breakfast At The Manchester Morgue
Raise my banner drenched in blood, as I hold my hammer high. Smash it down, splitting your skull, as I ravage all life across the land.
No one, shall endure my wrath. Feasting, upon the flesh I lack. Fetish, for the dead I`ve raped, todesking supreme, harvester of hate.
Rapist of the weak, necro-ubermensch arise. Witness massive piles of bodies, burning bright. Hate-fucked, I thrust as I punch, So you writhe in agony, Lord Gore, the sickness of all mankind.
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