Feared - King of the Dead

Текст песни

I never ran before
What make us creepy
Our experience
For little creatures that I see
‘Cause of the battle
Towards that door
Lucifer a name of god
This is your saint
They get it to me
For the destroying the world
Her religious surfer word 666
The horde answers to the king of death
Such as a weak
Bring upon death god
To focus with our king of the dead
Possessing the world
But not the power
To turn this around
Inevitable fuck
Cannot be stopped
The flow has already begun
Her religious surf word 666
The horde answers to the king of death
Such as a weak
Bring upon death god
To focus with the king of the dead
All we left alone
This is a punishment
For the crimes we commit
We commit In this pyro
Destruction, pain, misery
We’re on the street
We’re the king of the dead