Songtexte:
Sacrifice Turn In Your Grave

'll torment you endlessly Darkness surrounds you there is no escape As I torture you your mind is filled with hate But the forces of evil you are my slave Turn in your grave

winter sky Old Oak King, it's time for you to die The King, the Corn are born to fall And all must die in sacrifice Underneath the Harvest Moon Hide your

your friends turn their backs on you? (Haha, we'll just wait for it) You gotta stand up and be strong Will the chain let go of your heart? Let go, let

for a lump sum of G's Dirty rats pack gats for cheese bullets of breeze at light speed Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds Indeed

your head like the Charmin' Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts Satanically sacrifice your

and prey Sacrifice of blood, macabre human feast Faces in the mud, slayed by the beast Worshipping the dark, playing with the dead Grinning like a shark, deamon in your

is to blame if you presume to walk upon water then drown. Now your bridges are burned--it is time that you learned there is no turning back, All your

blood And fill mortal creatures with horror...! O Gorga ! O Morma ! You multiform Moon! Turn out to be your beam, Favorable to the sacrifice carried

chrome plated steel directly inside your mind through the side of your heads freshly ripped-up flesh the laws of your gods you'll now defy with your