Paroles de Tortured Soul

Tortured Soul I stand beside the dissection table Sharpening the razors and open your Body Heartblood gush forth - scatter the entrails Tortured is my Soul! Your warm blood is the evils wine Destroying you means satisfying my hunger My black and evil Transylvanian hunger Your god is dethroned - Satan rules! - Scream - - Scream - Black Metal War Now it's time Die Now it's time Die March with us or... Die!