Текст песни The Hunt - Atrocity
Sick,
full,
taking
after
my
life
Child
of
a
thief,
I
give
the
others
a
rest
Like
a
strength,
this
is
the
knowledge
of
man
Longing
with
the
others
to
make
land
Never
say,
this
is
the
world's
best
Mestilence,
I'm
your
ignorance
pest
Thee
are
strong,
beached
in
the
desert
flesh
Love
for
living,
that's
the
end
of
death
Panic
Butcher
Pity
for
my
needs
Never
heard
of
my
heart,
thee
are
proud
'Cause
your
dick,
your
spots
are
down
I
got
the
strength
to
kill
your
death
And
so
to
have
a
seed
of
wrath
The
fight
is
on
The
fight
is
on
The
fight
is
on
The
fight
is
on
Slaughter
you,
let
the
slaughter
fly
Martyr's
shield,
I'm
the
hurt
to
show
Do
the
strong,
make
the
dogs
do
none
Dying
leaves,
give
a
dusty
line
Panic
Butcher
Pity
for
my
needs
When
me
shouts
to
Christ
Thy
desires
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