Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pain , by - The Lyres. Song from the album Happy Now…, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 04.02.2006
Record label: Taang!
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pain , by - The Lyres. Song from the album Happy Now…, in the genre Иностранный рокPain |
| I’m the one that brings you war |
| Infiltrate unguarded shores |
| Master of afflicting pain |
| Point is where all die |
| I’m the one to taste your blood |
| Trashing through the crimson mud |
| Messenger of all demise |
| Point is where I reign |
| Piercing, impaling, no judgement, just punishment |
| Dis-create, annihilate assault with no regret |
| I’m the one to taste your death |
| Basking in your dying breath |
| Messenger of all demise |
| Point is where all die |
| Piercing, impaling, no judgement, just punishment |
| Dis-create, annihilate assault with no regret |
| Born to kill sweep and clear |
| Taring down the face of fear |
| Shrapnel flies dehumanize |
| Flesh and blood will fertilize |
| Empty all the magazines |
| Lethal spray from M-16's |
| Pace the march and sing the song |
| Right the fuck where I belong |
| Stained in blood |
| No fear — no sound |
| Penetrate your holy ground |
| Leave you where your comrades lie |
| Point is where all die |
| Pure destruction has begun |
| Fearlessly the battle’s won |
| Spread extinction through the dawn |
| Signature of wrath is spawned |
| Minister of death unleashed |
| My lust for war will never cease |
| With no remorse I watch you die |
| Body count’s the bottom line |
| Crashing slashing to the end |
| Your final pulse has just been spent |
| Leave you where your comrades lie |
| Point is where all fucking die |
| Crashing slashing to the end |
| Your final pulse has just been spent |
| Leave you where your comrades lie |
| Stained in blood |
| No fear, no pain, no life |
| Clouded skies rain only death |
| Silence all opposing threats |
| Quench the hunger of my gun |
| Exploding cites overrun |
| I’m the one to taste your death |
| Basking in your dying breath |
| Messenger of all demise |
| Point is where all die |