Letra de Victims Of Death - Sodom
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The victims of death are the victims of Satan
Marching to the funeral, where all the damned must die
Ready for a painful execution, in the fire of inferno
Its a revenge, a revenge of evil, the revenge is high
They are the victims, the victims of death
The victims, the victims of death
Million demons come to see the noise
In the black hour, their face get destroyed
Their mind are dead, their bodies are cold
They are the victims, the victims of death
The victims, the victims of death
The gods of hades have only one aim
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They want to see blood flour and flesh burn
In the joy of powerless, the victims get brain
A reality in a never end nightmare, with no return
They are the victims, the victims of death
The victims, the victims of death
Last hour strikes for the victims
On the hill, horrible crosses wait for the mostile
All the warriors and the gods of scorns masturbate
On the crucifixion
But the victims waste away, in the face of death they smile
They are the victims, the victims of death
The victims, the victims of death
Marching to the funeral, where all the damned must die
Ready for a painful execution, in the fire of inferno
Its a revenge, a revenge of evil, the revenge is high
They are the victims, the victims of death
The victims, the victims of death
Million demons come to see the noise
In the black hour, their face get destroyed
Their mind are dead, their bodies are cold
They are the victims, the victims of death
The victims, the victims of death
The gods of hades have only one aim
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They want to see blood flour and flesh burn
In the joy of powerless, the victims get brain
A reality in a never end nightmare, with no return
They are the victims, the victims of death
The victims, the victims of death
Last hour strikes for the victims
On the hill, horrible crosses wait for the mostile
All the warriors and the gods of scorns masturbate
On the crucifixion
But the victims waste away, in the face of death they smile
They are the victims, the victims of death
The victims, the victims of death