Killing Razors 歌词

When the corpses walk the earth The living are hunted down Sacred place is the key to the rite Merciless killers walk the night Visions of sin in your head The tormentor of this world The scourge from the depths of hell Takes his soul with ancient spell Death, plague, blood and pain in his legacy No mercy and no humanity Hate in eyes and mind Breaking his grevestone Death, plague, blood Killing Razors Wicked fire burning his eyes Everyone paying with their lives You cannot kill who's already dead His face fills you with dread The dusty ground of a cursed tomb This ritual should never be done Death messengers telling the truth You can't have back what you lose Raised from / Black magic He's living / Living dead