Gallhammer - Speed of Blood Тексты

Kill, kill yourself
Kill, kill your weakest mind
You are crying with a rusty knife
You find comfort in nasty drugs
This is your life

I am the speed of blood
I am made by speed of blood
My blood made by evil white
My soul made by evil black
This is my knife

I am the speed
Speed of blood
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