Z-day we must surge your brain
With a little scalpel so you feel the pain
With an old saw we open your skull
Blood is dripping your eyes full
Now it's your time, it's your turn
A problem with your hair so we must burn
Every hair from your head
Next your notice is you're dead
So now your rising from the dead
Looking in the mirror a deformed head
In subconscious, you hear the voice
Programmed to kill, your only choice
Destroy all living, create a hell
Killing feels good, you're feeling well
Burn the churches, your first order yet
Hell on earth is what you get
Z-day we must surge your brain
With a little scalpel so you feel the pain
With an old saw we open your skull
Blood is dripping your eyes full
Now it's your time, it's your turn
A problem with your hair so we must burn
Every hair from your head
Next your notice is you're dead
So now your rising from the dead
Looking in the mirror a deformed head
In subconscious, you hear the voice
Programmed to kill, your only choice
Destroy all living, create a hell
Killing feels good, you're feeling well
Burn the churches, your first order yet
Hell on earth is what you get
1 | Gals Of The Eternal Solstice |
2 | Presage To The Eternity |
3 | Vanished Into The Void |
4 | Growls Of Death |
5 | Pulsating Blood |
6 | Exterion Tumours |
7 | Z-Day |