| Ah, this shit don’t even sound human anymore
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| It’s time to kill…
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| Rough terrain, insane in my domain
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| Sadomasochism, black whips and chains
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| There’s no stopping us, soon to be popular
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| Dark fin snorkling, shark fins circling
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| You can’t step to the fierce and ferocious
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| Beast makes you nauseous
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| Hah, please be cautious
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| Murderous mind state drown in the bloodbath
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| First comes the battle ram strike with the battle axe
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| Can’t fill my appetite viking decapitate
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| Turntable terrorist, cuts that evaporate
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| Ugh, come from the depths of the underworld
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| Silver fire reigns supreme on the surface
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| You ride the spirit horse, dream catcher captures
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| Take attack posture, structure and stature
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| Im starin at ya, black tarantula
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| Swollen psychopath, contract canceller
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| Spinal cord curvature cracks over my overture
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| Amateurs couldn’t complete my ??? |
| massacre
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| Haven’t you ever slept in the hangman’s quarters?
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| Laid down on a lay, sharp chains saw he spray
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| Dazed as you reach for the handle on the door
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| Amazed at the pattern i’ve engraved on the floor
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| Hard skills and handsaws, skillsaws and metal jaws
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| Vertebraic and algebraic against all odds
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| No Gods to deliver, wrath on blood river
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| Rats and black withers, half attacked prisoners
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| Mental complex yells spells and vexed text
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| Deliverance of the next dragons breath and bird flesh
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| Calm surface, serpents sleeps, leviathan
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| An angel’s assistant under Satan’s surveillance
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| Vitalizer, psycho acoustic equalizer
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| Stars explode planet Europa gets blown
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| To oblivion, melt a warrior, what rock you living on?
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| Lovecraft, necronomicon, Dr Fells to Mephisto
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| Dirty deeds with no leads
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| Murky water runs red as the Holy Father bleeds
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| You speed toward the outline of the treeline in question
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| The forest area where 4 people have gone missing
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| Apparitions cloud your visions, fangmarks and incisions
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| Uncontrolled muscle contortions, sacrificial fetal position
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| And once through your mind that you live to see the sun
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| And swore that you’d be the one not
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| With silver bullets in your gun
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| Now the tables have shifted, the table of the witched
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| The altar of the altered alistair crowley offered
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| Much harsher than the jogger that they found in the marsh
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| Become the gateway through which the army of darkness will march
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| My still heart pumps no liquid on a pedestal of marble
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| No medical marvel, will let you see tomorrow
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| now things have gotten out of hand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Battle Axe Experiment , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Balance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп