Paroles Übermensch de Scorngrain

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  • Chanson: Übermensch
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Textes et Paroles de Übermensch




Just head and torso, limbs torn apart.
Replaced tooled fully improved
to make them run clean 'n smooth.
No change no tomorrow,
past cure just tubes to swallow.
On a drip tied down to rest.
Belt up across his chest.

A tool of death and destruction,
a master of all war.
Mindless killer, heartless blood spiller
with no change of error nor fear of fall.
Equal, Sees no difference in faces
as marching through the mass graves of all human races.
Bone crusher, life flusher.
The prince of pain mind of an insane.

Übermensch - a god walking among men.
Übermensch - a god walking among men.

A being made to kill. Left without choise of will.
Forged in fire chased to a mould. Body of iron shining 'n cold.
Armed to the teeth, tracks instead of feet to keep it in speed.
A motor in its head staring eyes of dead

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