Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Horror of the Forest , by - Debauchery. Song from the album F**k Humanity, in the genre Release date: 09.07.2015
Record label: Massacre
Song language: German
The Horror of the Forest(original) |
| You come into my world |
| You come to hunt, to kill for fun |
| You soot at my brothers and sisters |
| You shoot small children dead |
| Now is my time for revenge |
| Now is my time for a payback |
| I will find you |
| And put you down to death |
| Torture you before you die |
| Cut our your eyes Cut your guts |
| Broke bones will RIP out through your skin |
| Hunt — Kill |
| The hunter´s predator |
| Human life exterminator |
| I am collecting my harvest |
| I am the horror of the forest |
| Ich lauer dir auf in den schatten |
| Folge dir auf schritt und tritt |
| Leise schleiche ich mich an dich heran |
| Und schnell ganz schnell greife ich dir in den Nacken |
| Ich breche die Wirbelsäule, schneide due haut auf |
| Erfreue mich an deinem leid |
| Deine schreie sind Musik in meinen Ohren |
| Deine Knochen breche ich, stück für stück |
| -Reisse die Augen heraus- |
| Und dann, ganz langsam, hänge ich dich an den ältesten baum |
| Am waldesrand |
| Dass andere deiner art vor schrecken umkehren |
| Und dein wimmern diesen eine Warnung ist |
| (translation) |
| You come into my world |
| You come to hunt, to kill for fun |
| You soot at my brothers and sisters |
| You shoot small children dead |
| Now is my time for revenge |
| Now is my time for a payback |
| I will find you |
| And put you down to death |
| Torture you before you die |
| Cut our your eyes Cut your guts |
| Broke bones will RIP out through your skin |
| Hunt - Kill |
| The hunter's predator |
| Human life exterminator |
| I am collecting my harvest |
| I am the horror of the forest |
| I ambush you in the shadows |
| Follow you step by step |
| I sneak up on you quietly |
| And quickly, very quickly, I grab your neck |
| I break the spine, cut open your skin |
| Enjoy your sorrow |
| Your screams are music to my ears |
| I'll break your bones, piece by piece |
| -pull your eyes out- |
| And then, very slowly, I'll hang you on the oldest tree |
| At the edge of the forest |
| That others of your kind turn back in terror |
| And your whimper is a warning to them |