Macabre

Slaughter Thy Poser

Slaughter thy poser Im thrashing him down.

Thrashing him into the ground.

Slamming our sledges down on their heads.

All posers soon will be dead.

Slicing and cleaving, enjoying their pain.

Carving our way to their brains.

Inflicting our vengeance, their makeups now blood.

Feeding our dogs with their remains.

Torturing them with our weapons of pain.

All of their blood we will drain.

A swing of our axe and off comes his head.

All of the posers are dead.

His head in a vice, it would be very nice.

All posers will die by our hands.

Well rip out their hair and burn out their eyes.

All of their blood we demand.

Slaughter thy poser Im cracking his face

Ill shatter his skull with my mace

Plunging our ice picks into their eyes

All of the posers will die

Slaughter thy poser I laugh as he begs

Ill saw of his arms and his legs, you faggot

You poser, you cannot escape

Your head I will crush like a grape.




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