Рогатые Трупоеды

Pull me out - Drop me down
Hear me blast as I hit the ground.
Bite the bullet - Close the cell,
Eat the gun and go to hell.
Gritting teeth - Exploding grief,
Bulging eyes that run a-bleed.
Promised lies of Promised land
See the blood on the giving hand.
Im' running away;
And I'm shakin' my tail,
I sing and rejoice,
As I'm dancing, dancing on your grave…
Burn - holocaust for the sake of fire;
Smoke - pipe-dreams pollute you lungs;
Drain - suck the cock of the sacred liar;
Grave - mortgaged life now sold and gone.
Kill - the killing is so damn sweet;
Blood - life essence in my mouth;