Hecatomb

death rides with me tonight inflamed with endless hate a victim in my sight I will be your fate how many bombs to kill? how many tons of dynamite? how many corpses to build a heap? how many hecatomb to fill ma*sgraves? death rides... bombs and bombs and deaths and deaths, but no one wants to stop this stress two tribes dream to win but only loosers in this f**king sin hecatomb - no one's staying alive hell's on earth an will rest for a while the epidemic is satan's right hand to suffer the remaining ones to death ma*s destruction for their greed million victims have to bleed death rides...