5 acessos
Rotten little bodies
Stink in the gutter
Covered with pus and lees
Stinking like prey with millions
Worms in the entrails
They're the sons
Of profane women
Whores bitchs
Sons of a bitch
I sing you this lullaby
Fuck of all those
Who don't wanna help
Money commands all the sences
With sawyer tears all the boys
Black goat stares at us anxious
For our souls
Pentagram attract us
Let's go to hell with Satan
The black goat with pentagram
In the hell will help us
Smile... don't cry