Paroles de Lullaby

Rotten little bodies Stink in the gutter Covered with pus and lees Stinking like prey with millions Worms in the entrails They're the sons Of profane women Whores bitchs Sons of a bitch I sing you this lullaby Fuck of all those Who don't wanna help Money commands all the sences With sawyer tears all the boys Black goat stares at us anxious For our souls Pentagram attract us Let's go to hell with Satan The black goat with pentagram In the hell will help us Smile... don't cry