Songtext von Praying For Death

The blade cuts through. Your flesh and bones. Tearing your soul apart. Your screams my pride. Soon you will be. Praying for death. Torment you shall feel. Your lies to blame. Inhuman pain inflicted. Your screams my pride. Soon you will be. Praying for death. Pleas will accomplish nothing. No mercy for your kind. Prepare to meet your maker. Life flees from you. Soon you will be. Praying for death...