Letras:
Hackett

Traducción: Hackett, Elizabeth. Pensamento.

Traducción: Luta. Johnny não pode Hackett.

You only started going there to pass the time away You didn?t do any work, but you knew it was OK You never paid attention, like it was just a laugh

Burning cities Rotting bodies Random killing Corpses burning Sickening plagues Living decay Charcoaled bodies Flesh is rotting Baron wastelands Millions

Awakened from the damp cold grave Centuries undead the coffin's slave Hungering for taste of mortal blood Hands breaking through the rotted wood Tearing

Caught by natives Sentenced to death No one survives Devoured alive Gut munching Brain eating Tit tearing Eye gouging Dismemberment Limbs chopped and

Life behind walls Demented voices call Strapped in your rage Medicine's your cage Blood's all you crave Mentally insane Deranged Insanity! Ripping flesh

Guillotine Blade comes down Severed head Hits the ground Blood sprays From the veins Cracked head Splattered brains

Isolated house of death Cannibals rip the flesh Bodies hang from meathooks Human flesh peeled and cooked Tables made of human bones Rotting bodies fill