
Quarterpast
All what is left is cold, dead bodies
Without a soul
Just raised to be slaughtered
Looking upon these cold, dead bodies
Gone are their souls
Just wasted for slaughter
Writer/s: Mark Jansen / Mayan
All what is left is cold, dead bodies
Without a soul
Just raised to be slaughtered
Looking upon these cold, dead bodies
Gone are their souls
Just wasted for slaughter
Writer/s: Mark Jansen / Mayan
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