Aletta Ocean (исполнитель: Drop The Silence)
Off with her head Nothing is left for sinners like you The temple you hold, is rotten inside Infected by selfishness Now you are condemned, to eternal grief Beholding disgrace Distress forever Impurity at her temple, her beauty is set to die Lies dying on your lips false feelings and flies will be Ornaments for your, lonely tomb For every night of pleasure I'll bring endless torment to your soul Choke on my hate, you [bad word] [bad word] and drown in pain x4 I'll give you something you just, cannot swallow I'll bring you pain and you wont find it so pleasing Living [bad word] Carnal pleasure, you devastated your fate Your dead dreams, hidden inside will be your only console Your mask will fall Sodomised dreams and lives You will envy death I'll final find joy Watching you falling apart Nothing is left for sinners like you, The temple you hold is rotten inside Infected by selfishness Now you are condemned, to eternal grief Beholding disgrace Distress forever Sinking in regret This is your last for i wont Show you mercy Always on your knees now you'll Beg for mercy But your filthy mouth won't help you out This time And your mourning turned into Terrifying screams My [bad word] from your Mourning Just waiting to die