Putrefaction, red, black and cockroach.
Dirt, sickness and bile for the ground.
The monsters go to hunt of peaceful victims,
while your boot glue the brain.
The truck is haunted,
The road have ghouls of purgatory.
The castles werevolves and crematory
and a exorcised boy.
Dammed, cursed
Walk for the streets...
My fantasies and the your,
your secrets of stamped murder, kiling
