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J. Gallagher:

The butcher now is on your back

His initials makes your fear stack

Never seen in the same place

The story of your scarred face

Screaming in pain,

Now you know your death is near

The black rope is in his hands,

With the sharp blades he`ll appear

I've cast the Curse

Of death on you to make your end

Murderous speed to conceal

A. Grieder:

You`ll grind the teeth, you`ll beg on mercy

Your pray is senseless `cause I`m a heresy

My fierce aggression is out of nowhere

My rage possession is not get lower

Screaming in pain,

Now you know your death is near

The black rope is in his hands,

With the sharp blades he`ll appear

I've cast the Curse

Of death on you to make your end

Murderous speed to conceal

/J. Christian solo/

VO Pulver:

Ripping the flesh in the dark

Blood on the pavement - stains in the morning that`s stark

Rumors is flying across this place

The story of your cripple face

Screaming in pain,

Now you know your death is near

The black rope is in his hands,

With the sharp blades he`ll appear

I've cast the Curse

Of death on you to make your end

Murderous speed to conceal