Рогатые Трупоеды - Dancing On Your Grave

Kill - the killing is so damn sweet;
Blood - life essence in my mouth;
Fangs - twist of fate carved upon you skin;
Death - maggots in and maggots out.

Riddling bullets siege my brain
Crown of thorns for royal madmen
Bitter seeds of welcomed pain
Spear my nerves with needles of hate

Vengeful eyes of distant lights
Guiding stars for those who are chosen
Human-rats shall hear the pipe
March of death rings in the ocean

Im' running away;
And I'm shakin' my tail,
I sing and rejoice,
As I'm dancing, dancing on your grave…

Pull me out - Drop me down
Hear me blast as I hit the ground.
Bite the bullet - Close the cell,
Eat the gun and go to hell.
Gritting teeth - Exploding grief,
Bulging eyes that run a-bleed.
Promised lies of Promised land
See the blood on the giving hand.

Im' running away;
And I'm shakin' my tail,
I sing and rejoice,
As I'm dancing, dancing on your grave…

Burn - holocaust for the sake of fire;
Smoke - pipe-dreams pollute you lungs;
Drain - suck the cock of the sacred liar;
Grave - mortgaged life now sold and gone.