Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin' It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two It cannot be stopped The train is fueled by chopped bodies Filled with sorrow There is no tomorrow Ticket is your life Ended by a knife Called the murder train Eternity of pain Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about There is no escape but death...
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
