Ripbastards - Triumphant

Bitch

You have to left it, bitch

The anger that you’ve got

I’m done with life of lies

This lonely place catches me in nets

FU-FUCKING NETS

Yeah yeah

These fucking nets

This time I’m afraid of you, bastards

Burn everything what don’t let you rest and

Again just lay in your graves, i dug them

Hope it will shut your mouth

You’re fucking resless, little child

This place — your wonderland, bitch

So fuck your cries

They will fucking disabuse me, biatch

Satanic horns is just a piece, a piece of you

You’re fucking dumb, bitch

It seems like you just like this plase, oh, fucking grave

SICK!

I am so sick of this

You are not already dead

But you’re breathless, just confess and wait

For hell to take

You very last worthless breath

You’ll understand everything