Songtext von More Corpses For The Grave

He is a collector At least the owner of your soul The one who get's em all Master in eternal fall The fairest guy in multiverse Perfect in taking lives Raping all the bleeds King of all what's blasphemy The keeper at the gates to own hell Surely ending no need to tell Eternal nothing private cell Damnation till the end of all day Please keep close the eternity High priest of the living Trapped You hear these words of anguish, the voice within all walls This frost now stirs your will While slaughtering your soul Your live never eternal, never joking the unknown Not really to await a call, soon he strikes us all You cannot fell what's nothingness A void ever unknown Rot The breed of existence, the everything of all The lord of carnage, destruction and gore The ultimate death maybe something real And devastation his loving thrill You cannot fell what's nothingness A void ever unknown Try to stand... The almighty troop of abomination Soldier 666 More corpses for the grave Its needs More corpses for the grave The keeper at the gate to own hell Surely ending no need to tell Eternal nothing private cell Damnation till the end of all day Corpses to the grave