Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sorcerers of Gore, artist - Reel Wolf. Date of issue: 19.04.2016
Song language: English
Sorcerers of Gore |
| Firmly grip on my machete and start with that evil laughter |
| Like to talk shit, tie you, I feed you my fecal matter |
| A sick fuck don’t mention a malteagle listening |
| Tryna fulfill the temptation of finding what my sickness is |
| Hear no voices with no plaster on my eardrums |
| Can’t say they whisperin', wishin' that they would speak louder |
| I got my own thoughts, I go off by myself |
| A lone sorcerer with black magic out the depths of hell |
| Slapped the Devil, took his horn, he tryna take it back |
| No hesitation, now Greedy gave him another slap |
| Conquered his planet with words of wisdom I split a minute |
| Keep me disinvested, I trippin' this so cool competition |
| I must be crazy if I’m saying kill 'em all |
| My machete gettin' crazy from makin' it way too long |
| Same spell that I’m castin', overpowering simpletons |
| When lightning strike harder than most, now watch me finish him |
| Oh, we’ll eat your skull! |
| The Sorcerers of Gore! |
| Demonic carnivores from the realms of nevermore! |
| Dismember your torn skull! |
| Decapitate you slow! |
| Our blood, that’s it for y’all! |
| Embrace my wrath! |
| Thinkin' ahead and my cranium’s warped |
| I got a skull full of maggots with a cannibal corpse |
| I was butchered at birth by my devilish force |
| Now I’m fuckin' a dead bitch and she got genital wart (Rat) |
| Knock knock, never open the door for a stranger with a sickle that just came |
| from the morgue |
| I’m a fiend for your blood and I’m a suck her for gore |
| Now she layin' face first and there blood on the floor |
| But I’m thirsty for more, dog, this ain’t quenching my thirst |
| I can take you six feet deep, just hop in a hearse |
| I’m a dead man walking, but yeah, we all are |
| There ain’t no way that we escaping the curse from the Army of Darkness |
| Chop knives that I carve with, you lookin' like Sharon Tate when I fuck up the |
| carcass |
| I’m stabbin' a starfish, I’m chewin' through cartilage |
| With goopy spread in my bed, they ready for bondage (Rat!) |
| Oh, we’ll eat your skull! |
| The Sorcerers of Gore! |
| Demonic carnivores from the realms of nevermore! |
| Dismember your torn skull! |
| Decapitate you slow! |
| Our blood, that’s it for y’all! |
| Embrace my wrath! |
| Blasphemous and homicidal! |
| Put a full axe right through your spinal! |
| Domestic flu please wait for two thousand years! |
| Bow to your cranium as we march to the chilling seals |