Текст песни Dissected - Дети сатаны

maniacs sect, cult killers
He passed away not proebis
dozens dead old friends
look upward counting worms

feel shortage of air
your heart rate slows down

cries the whole uninhabited area
groans and tears mingled in one
not cut the heart trognet hand
you're so fine, though dead

standing on the shore of your whole family
mother black veil
cops got the corpse out of the water
we are called children of Satan

our trophies miserable fate of the people
I cut the whores at the theater of shadows
orgy of the dead on the earth leper
I am the conductor of the holiday death

maniacs sect, cult killers
He passed away not proebis
dozens dead old friends
look upward counting worms

feel the chill coming
your body pierced through

night helps me choose
vyebistyh bitches apart shred
Over the remains of river wash away
closer to the morning will find you

closer to the morning will find you

We do not izmenit.nas not change
we are ready to cut, we want to kill