Sex. Violence. Death. Songtext
von Lowbrow

They're coming to chop your fucking head off
They'll grab you by your torso sucking your
Spurting blood hack your arm off
At the joint first-fuck toy smearing
Their cunts with your guts
Pools of blood from all of the killed
It's a blood feast they kill for the thrill reaching the depth of living in sin
Orgasmic rush as they're doing you in
Covered in blood enjoying the stench
Raping and killing until none are left
Teeth on a necklace remembrance
Saving one of your own as one their fold
SEX, VIOLENCE, DEATH...