You're a massacre winking at metal
Hang out with pamphlets becoming lethal
Now there's no buyer they need the holy
And hear the shymphony into their cuffins
You can go faster when you lack of breath
Unit of measure for a sudden death
You're the scar I love to presume of
You can trust in me, we'll be meeting
In your darkest starving I did eat in
Beyond the witchcraft there is a big hole
I'd rather to find out that I was ripped off
I have carved in you with my every fret
Unit of measure for a sudden death
You're the scar I love to presume of
Sweating after fire I feel the coldness
May the speakers say "I will leave no mess"
I am a soul twister, you are invited
And if you kill me young I'd be delighted
Luckily the game has run out of health
Unit of measure for a sudden death
You're the scar I love to presume of
Madlame
