Оригинальный текст песни God Of Razorblade
When I kill, I kill with style
and I don`t do it too fast
Your pain is my pleasure now
Forever suffering will last
I rule your life now
A taste of blood will be made
I drain you dry
I am the god of razorblade
God of razorblade
I bathe in blood
That makes me so pure
I feed of blood
It is a cure
Head is crushed into pieces two
I rid disease, disease called you
God of razorblade
When the time comes for you to die
Your pleads will be not heard
Your anguish shall set me free
Your death is my rebirth
God of razorblade
I bathe in blood
That makes me so pure
I feed of blood
It is a cure
Head is crushed into pieces two
I rid disease, disease called you
God of razorblade