Blood of w**** Lyrics

Another smile
coming from you to me
making me completely down
when money were in the air
you were like a b****
It is enough of mortification
repulsing a s** with me
certainly someone else
will f*** you to the core ...
but now few things will change
cause I have decided

Blood of w****
God Bless this Gore
Blood of w****
God Bless this Gore

The knife is not just kitchen instrument
it can be a part of your body
I can see your skin of beauty
pruned of the piece after piece
No more smiling face
just suffering mask
now you'd like to get my remission
no way - it is too late
now I have to finish this act

Crying screaming b***** gore
s*** comes from you while
another shoot is done
your hair aglutinated by blood
falling in your face cold
you are dying !
Shooting cutting blood spattering
the floor has changed
into sea of blood
finally you are fallen down
I feel great
I will give you a last chance..
You may die !!!

Blood of w****
God Bless this Gore