Hellweed - Death Incarnate | Текст песни

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Say my name
say
night bringer
say
grim reaper
say
look into the eyes of death itself

time to

harvest your souls

and to make this town clean
you are like rotten flowers
with your hearts full of sin

i am death itself
i'll destroy all that you belive in

i saddle up unholy shadows
when take my pale horse for a ride
i will stomp all your sweet meadows
and i swear you are not to survive

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