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- "Wandering Corpse"
I see these fucking traces, appear of nowhere on empty places
Only corpses stench in rotten mouth, on my shoulders someone laugh
But no tomb, now he grow and too much to poison slained
Take another drink in you walking corpse, because all souls are hanged
What the fuck you walking like me, who gave you the strength to roam here
This fucking germ in your rotten head just saying that you can fress
[Chorus: Fingers swelled
You're dead
He's here]
[Chorus 2: Wandering corpse
You will die
You Scum!]
Fuck off far away from me
You died to me like a bitch
There is no fucking grave for you
I'am only one
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2]
Come On...Scum...You die