Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
At first I felt confused
because of the ravings of this sick world
Now all I feel is total hatred
You faint but you still vomit blood
A sound like a sheet that has been ripped
At first I felt confused
because of the ravings of this sick world
Now all I feel is total hatred
Send the message clear
Die you queers
Reason to fear
The end is near
You faint but you still vomit blood
A sound like a sheet that has been ripped
It's your intestines
That burst like a balloon
Blood sprays from your rectum
The blood is filled with shit
It's so beautiful
A perfect form of life
Built with just one aim
Destruction of mankind
Profound frustration towards the pathetic human race
Send the message clear
Die you queers
Reason to fear
The end is near
The world has brought it on itself
Its own destruction
The deathly virus will poison the air
End of civilization