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{Verse I: INSANIS 616}
6-1-6 possided pulo manto in te mente tua
Occultium missa in altum silvestre
6-1-6 possided pulo manto in te mente tua
Occultium missa in altum silvestre
Заскрипели половицы, в этом доме стало жутко
Окна выбивает ветром, страх лишает их рассудка
В кулаке сжимая крест, они молят бога о помощи
Смотрю через проем на жертв взглядом обезумевшим
{Verse 2: GRIMMJØW}
Open your eyes and see the trash
Fuck these suckerys fuck the laze
War with our enemies we look devilishly motha fuckers destroys
Up on the jesus I don’t hear a voice
Mothefuckers trust jesus
Evil in my veins coat my sense
Immersed in trip devilish turning the wickеd out
Welcome to the hеll is bitches trigger calling you to the grave
I allow you to say at the end fuck your attachments
I take off your face — I’ll replace my fucking face
Everywhere enemies want my death
While they sleepin i’ll send bitches to sky
I wince seeing to cross murder the inside
Creeping like a knife to night killing side
I’ll rip your brains out they are empty
Cannibal bringing in satanist
{Verse 3: INSANIS 616}
6-1-6 possided pulo manto in te mente tua
Occultium missa in altum silvestre
6-1-6 possided pulo manto in te mente tua
Occultium missa in altum silvestre
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