Glory in Decay piosenki

A thousand fucking pounds and now it’s pissed off A powder keg with antlers bigger than people On a peaceful vacation day when the park was still Half a ton of infuriated elk was unleashed An inhuman sound rattles the landscape Mid-aged man moves but it s...

No feelings, no regrets A collection of limbs wrapped in wax paper The ultimate achievement A cold room and a cold killer No fancy ways no sparkling methods Only the gleam of a honed Ginsu knife Silencing the voices with razor sharp butchery It’s wo...

Awakened from a deep sleep A man in a white coat puts on rubber gloves You are tied down you try to scream Your mouth has been fastened shut A small incision is made on your lower neck One tube is connected to your carotid artery Another is connecte...

The circus is in town But they’ve got submachine guns Motley jester hats and switchblades They’re killing parents and killing kids They stabbed someone’s uncle in the face High-pitched laughter A stolen jeep These little killers are going 90 miles per h...

A dark fist closes An icy cold grip Perfect hold on a living soul A pale corpse will commit murder Already it fantasizes Ripping soft throats Slicing out the eyes Eternally mutilating It must obey the possession And spread death Demonic poison like...

Caught in the jungle This buxom wench has no escape She’s surrounded by the tribe They tackle her and rip her clothes A hundred faces encircle her form She’s carried off like a trophy Nude body held high above their heads Into the darkest corner of the...

This arctic wilderness The perfect retreat Where the rifle is the law Sharp inclines and majestic spires Mangled corpses meet an ice cold funeral Bodies preserved by frigid winds Dotting the landscape And he sits perched Patient, inhuman Waiting out s...

Backed in a corner, nothing they can do This tired bunker is their last stand They tried to harass enemy forces But a tank saw them Now these specialists are prey In the grasslands it chased them like dogs The lieutenant was killed by its frantic machin...

A broken mind Ready to set things right To set them alight He loves the smell of burning flesh So he stalks his prey People he knows Studying their movements Preparing perfect conditions To spring the trap of his true disgust To make empty lives into...