Tomb Of Armenius Lyrics by Jungle Rot
Album : Skin The Living
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Satan's rotting corpse, The Smell of brutal deathrelease the children of god, And all the blood shedFear his evil heaven, The evil hell you fearFear the next Pope, The next Anti-ChristRip off your face, Death in his eyesA murderous state, He will ariseThe tomb of ArmeniusDying spirits cryKill the unborn fetusThe spirit of the Anti-ChristDying spirits cry, The evil thoughts of hellHis spirit is now laughing, At an everlasting painSlowly a man dies with seizures, Rips off his own faceAnd tries to scream, An everlasting death
Satan's rotting corpse, The Smell of brutal deathrelease the children of god, And all the blood shedFear his evil heaven, The evil hell you fearFear the next Pope, The next Anti-ChristRip off your face, Death in his eyesA murderous state, He will ariseThe tomb of ArmeniusDying spirits cryKill the unborn fetusThe spirit of the Anti-ChristDying spirits cry, The evil thoughts of hellHis spirit is now laughing, At an everlasting painSlowly a man dies with seizures, Rips off his own faceAnd tries to scream, An everlasting death