Paroles de 666 Wounds

Pierced and stabbed burnt and chopped dying act of violence dragging to it's end Grinded skin exposing bones Nails turn around as he drags himself away from the pit of torture No escape from the butcher He cannot run, just crawl Meets his end, the final doom Awaiting the swing of the axe! Sixhundred and sixty six wounds bleeding to certain death Sixhundred and sixty six wounds there's no blood to bleed! Butcher catches the runaway Several limbs chopped off Last swing rising above Let it smash his skull!