It's time... sharpen the knife
This killing spreed... is not for greed
Line them up... so I stay on top
The blood must run... much to be done
Stabbing and the hacking ripping tearing off your chest
Moaning and the groaning your soul free to leave this plain
Splatter of your matter sticking to the floor & walls
A ritual with a habitual meaning hear it, its the call
Look up... this must not stop
Creation needs... to see you bleed
Blood soaked heart... is time to part
In the end... you were one of many men
Stabbing and the hacking ripping tearing off your chest
Moaning and the groaning your soul free to leave this plain
Splatter of your matter sticking to the floor & walls
A ritual with a habitual meaning hear it, its the call
Tazumal - Sacrificial Killing Spree Lyrics
Tazumal - Sacrificial Killing Spree Lyrics
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It's time... sharpen the knife
This killing spreed... is not for greed
Line them up... so I stay on top
The blood must run... much to be done
Stabbing and the hacking ripping tearing off your chest
Moaning and the groaning your soul free to leave this plain
Splatter of your matter sticking to the floor & walls
A ritual with a habitual meaning hear it, its the call
Look up... this must not stop
Creation needs... to see you bleed
Blood soaked heart... is time to part
In the end... you were one of many men
Stabbing and the hacking ripping tearing off your chest
Moaning and the groaning your soul free to leave this plain
Splatter of your matter sticking to the floor & walls
A ritual with a habitual meaning hear it, its the call
This killing spreed... is not for greed
Line them up... so I stay on top
The blood must run... much to be done
Stabbing and the hacking ripping tearing off your chest
Moaning and the groaning your soul free to leave this plain
Splatter of your matter sticking to the floor & walls
A ritual with a habitual meaning hear it, its the call
Look up... this must not stop
Creation needs... to see you bleed
Blood soaked heart... is time to part
In the end... you were one of many men
Stabbing and the hacking ripping tearing off your chest
Moaning and the groaning your soul free to leave this plain
Splatter of your matter sticking to the floor & walls
A ritual with a habitual meaning hear it, its the call
Writer: Ricardo Rodriguez
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