Lletres: Herman Düne. They Go To The Woods. Heed The Wrath.

I?ll turn my back on you
With no fear or regrets at all
I?ll turn my back on you
Leave you here on your own
By the wall

On the day that you choose
To drink blood with your booze
On the day that you start
Enjoying the taste of a heart

Thar cocksucker attitude of you
Is only worth a kick of mine
I?ll let you fall, no doubt
The minute you start
Eating some brother of mine

Somedeep inside anger
Is coming up to my mouth
You should konw better
Heed the wrath