Lletres: In Cold Blood. Hell On Earth. Pain.

Hellbent lives fucking fates. Praying on your knees it's much too late. Your worthless soul it can't be saved. We cut you down with our hate. You're running through this little world. You can't fucking hide. The weak will never have a chance. To survive. Listening to their insipid weak. Fucking cries. What will go through their minds. As they all die