Tekster: Sodom. The Vice Of Killing.

[Incomprehensible]

Bad menace, bloody taste
Hold him in a vice like grip
Disordered life, a rabid dog
Blinded by deceit

Abhorrence of the paltry and human remains
Moronic sentiments are born to be expectorated
Immaculated beauties just a kind of blasphemy
And everything that moves is all the energy for him

The vice of killing
His soul was crippled in the past
The vice of killing
No therapy will never last

Unsolicited, change of heart
Inspired by the gloomy legends
Hemorrhage pouring out
Just an absurd gadget

Concentrated, hungry thoughts
Malevolence incurably fused
Terrified 'cause the truth
Infested with immoral abuse

Abhorrence of the paltry and human remains
Moronic sentiments are born to be expectorated
Immaculated beauties just a kind of blasphemy
And everything that moves is all the energy for him

The vice of killing
His soul was crippled in the past
The vice of killing
No therapy will never last

Dreadful pain passed away
Just watching for another game
Segregated from normality
Psychotic morbid brain

Mischievous greeds, strange desire
Craving for the victim's wine
Feasting on their despair
Unheard screams adorn his evil shrine

Abhorrence of the paltry and human remains
Moronic sentiments are born to be expectorated
Immaculated beauties just a kind of blasphemy
And everything that moves is all the energy for him

The vice of killing
His soul was crippled in the past
The vice of killing
No therapy will never last

The vice of killing
His soul was crippled in the past
The vice of killing
No therapy will never last