Текст песни Biomass

I'm the slaughter, I'm the beast

With the rise of moon I go

To the fields on the feast

Cruelly shooting my flame-thrower

Burn the bodies, Take the life's

With the smell of rusty bones

I enjoy their poor cries

Crushing heads with heavy stones

Who were that people?

I don't know

Now it's a bloody

BIOMASS
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I need nothing, I want deaths

It's my job to paint scenes

Of artistic bloody mess

How much for me it means

Cut the fingers, smash the face

Place the parts on pentagram

Make inside it burning haze

That will be my future theme

What for I killed them

I don't know

But it's a pretty

BIOMASS