::Tekna:: - Bonedrivers Lyrics

We drive your bones
Die, peaceful bastards!
Your fear is spreads on your tribe
They coming out
Midnight, the eaters are quiet
Your flesh is smells good
Hungry Meatgrinder smilin'
Your face down
Today we have the dinner
Dinner from mankind

Killing machine operator
Launching engine on your blood fuel
Muscles of death smashin' your flesh
Firebox fun crack with your bones

Young Mold, who stare from shadow
Your time will come
When you will be the victims
Of our (machine gun)
Fine game for younger eater
He hasn't face
He cubbed your trust and kill you
The fantom menace

I hear your cry!
Run fast, or die!
You will be mine!

Mushrooms and flesh his favourite dishes
Doggy instincts of cruel leader
Grey cardinal of bloody fourchet
He rule the nuclear circus!

We are the bonedriver
Your time will come
When you will be the victims
Of our (machine gun)
Your holes will be destroyed
Your all are sluts
Disgrace and spit in your face
Our food is our slaves