(feat. Goretex) [Chorus: Necro] We're gonna start killin Cause I got these feelings inside So what your dead kid, you ain't special millions have died
strays Fools! I shall rid myself from the thorns pierced in my side The weak laments of your wounded shall be my crown Anointed in their tears... sweet
, R'Vannith, R'Vannith she cried As the last of her kinsmen fell dead by her side Oh why could I not stand with my warrior queen There to share sweet
Music by: Lesniak, Stewart] Crawling while crippled, mutilation in store, sever more limbs, watch the blood pour Bathe in the carnage, the sweet stench
all But these years proved otherwise So much more was taken Dead eyes stare back at me His promises like Honey flow Sweetness veils the rotting Flesh And steaming Stench
For the fun to start again To recreate with my malodorous chums This thrilling, exhilarant game The gains of the battle The sweet stench of bile
The screams unheard, six feet underground Dead and buried underground Try to scream, won't hear a sound Dead and buried underground What's left of you a dirt mount Dead and buried underground Dead
Traducción: Dead. Stench Turbo doce.
Traducción: 50 mortos. Stench Turbo doce.
again through the mouth the blackest blood flows Save it for another day Savor the vile abundance of gruesome acts Dead is like being alive Stench
Rejuvenation of my body No blood left to scab Now it flows through my veins Heaven I have found Fear in my grip Transcend beyond mortal The sweet blood
and they said Ding Dong The Witch is dead from the bars of Milwaukee to the Forests of Bend she was driven out of the city on her own Stench Bridge-
circles preparing to dine, To dine upon the slaughtered souls To feast on fresh dead flesh Triumphant scream of ecstasy Exultant in the misery Wallow in the pain Putrid stench
and vile Haunting the night, ravaging minds The stench of human fear is addictive A source of bliss there is in each victim Waiting for that moment so sweet
are crushed into pieces And now you get what you deserve Can you hear the screams for mercy? Sweet music in your ears Can you smell the stench of napalm
no room for calm or reason I have placed myself in altars that are hollow So adept at finding weakness I smell fear and close my fists Unaware the stench
before the myth. In anticipation of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus