Paroles de Whiteout

Life is short in the Sgt. 's house of pain. Endless suffering, is holy gain. Bamboo shoots and fingertips. Broken legs and feet will be dismissed. When others fail the Sgt. prevails... Death... Destruction... Whiteout. Swollen eyes, not from tears of joy. Stick to his boots, then make a popping noise. Electric rod jammed down the shaft. Electricute your balls until they blast. When others fall the Sgt. prevails. Death... destruction... whiteout.