Close of the death you had heard that sound Tearing mutilating and lacerating your poor soul You won’t have time at least nor to breathe That because, of your body and blood I need
While the vinyl plays, you feel bad The damned music of the power from hell Before the last chorus it will already be the final This is the power of the suicidal metal
Not even in the hell you will be free The diabolical riffs will be eternal and sins Play the vinyl to the contradict and you had heard the evil Everything forgets that you know up to now on metal
