Songtext von My Mighty Sword

The quest for your flesh Suffrage is at hand Face down, down on the ground Brought forth by my mighty sword Smell of the blood Gleam of the blade Impaled your flesh Physically grotesque Young one I will have your soul Virgin in now a whore Body barely alive Give and take my body writhes Hoping that soon you will die Brought forth by my mighty sword Smell of the blood Gleam of the blade Impaled your flesh Physically grotesque Virgin in now a whore I'm the one with your life Suffrage with deviation All I want is to take another's life Fucking bloody flesh until It is dead Brought forth by my mighty sword Impaled final attack Suffer the whore is dead Grateful to release your hell Brought forth by my mighty sword Smell of the blood Gleam of the blade Impaled your flesh Physically grotesque Young one I will have your soul Virgin in now a whore