Swollen Members - Battle Axe Experiment - Текст песни

Ah, this shit dont even sound human anymore. Its time to kill

Rough terrain, insane in my domain

Sadomasochism, black whips and chains

There's no stoppin us, soon to be popular

Dark ??, shark fins circling

You cant step to the, feirce and ferocoius

Beast makes you nautious

Hah, please be cautious, murderous mindstate drown in the bloodbath

First comes the battle ram strike with the battle axe

Cant fill my appetite viking decapitate

Turntable terrorist, cuts that evaporate

Ugh, come from the depths of the underworld

Silver fire reigns supreme on the surface

You ride the spirit horse, dream catcher captures

Take attack posture, structure distracter

Im starin at ya, black tarantula

Swollen psychopath, contract canceller

Spinalcord curvature cracks over my overture

Amatuers couldnt complete my ?? massacre

Havent you ever slept in the hangman's quarters?

Laid down on a lay, sharp chains saw he spray

Dazed as you reach for the handle on the door

Amazed at the pattern i've engraved on the floor

Hard skills and handsaws, skillsaws and metal jaws

Were to braic and algeabraic against all odds

No Gods to deliver, wrath on blood river

Rats and black withers, half attacked prisoners

Mental complex yells spells and ?? text

Deliverance of the next dragons breath and bird flesh

Calm surface, serpents sleep the biathon

An angels assistance under satans surveilance

Vitalizer, psycho accoustic equalizer

Stars explode planet Europa gets blown

To oblivion, melt a warrior, what rock you livin on?

Lovecraft, necronomicon, Dr Fells to Mephisto

Dirty deeds with no leads

Murky water runs red as the Holy Father bleeds

You speed toward the outline of the treeline in question

The forest area where 4 people have gone missings

Apparitions cloud your visions, fangmarks and incisions

Uncontrolled muscle contortions, sacrificial fetal position

And once through your mind that you live to see the sun

And swore that you'd be the one not

With several bullets in your gun

Now the tables have shifted, the table of the witched

The altar of the altered alastor crowdly offered

Much harsher than the jogger that they found in the marsh

Become the gateway of which the army of darkness will march

My still heart pumps no liquid on a pedestal of marble

No medical marvel, will let you see tomorrow