Paroles de Let God Sort Them Out

Let’s feed our war machine No mercy For the weak Fall out and prepare yourselves For the worst Fear your life’s end, Taking those standing here Your chance Be strong, use the force Kill em all Let god sort em out Kill em all Let em sort them out his mouth Kill em all God sort em out Kill em all…. We all believe You will give us all the Info that we need Blood runs down from Your skull Fear your life’s end, Taking those standing here Your chance Be strong, use the force