Disfigurement lyrics

Disfigurement lyrics

"Red Mummy Sodomia lyrics"

Hypnotize lyrics
well if you set your mind to fallin i know that you can you got everything you wanted you've done everything you plan so let me make an offer i'm only trying to help you can make your loan just a little

Noonday on the Red square
Guard of honor strode
To the Lenin mausoleum
This soldiers are the bests,
Their footsteps so stringent
And we must be proud of them.
But little smiles on their faces,
The smiles of the anticipate.
The leader of the world proletariat
Unsuspecting victim
Motionless embalmed.

The invasion with lust
To the red dusk
This soldiers are necrophile
Freaks
They have no sense for living man,
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Oh Look Around You lyrics
"Oh, look around you, Tell me what do you see ? Do you see the yellow morning And the green land so free ?" "Oh no, I see no morning But lands of dark and grey And they tell me the green land Has long g
hey satisfy their Leninism

Porno-necrolatry
Under Kremlin we can see
The real Bolshevism terror -
Red mummy sodomia.
He fought and died
In the name of future light,
But there is no rest for him
Only sex with pervert freaks.

Porno-necrolatry
Under Kremlin we can see
The real Communist martyr -
Red mummy of Ilyich
Soldiers pester his ass
With their dirty dicks.

Much desired mummy.
Unleash the sexual Bolshev
The Dance Of The Pagan Slaves lyrics
oh, cursed profanated thougths of glory return to me receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortune and wrath will born inside you stronger than sounds of bells primeval instincts will wake pagan b
ism,
Move apart your cheeks,
Let the members of your party move in
Lure us bald-headed
Old, dead and depraved Ilyich.
Prove that your are now
Lively then all the livings.

From childhood we kiss your image,
With your name we are live and learn.
We are always loves you Lenin
And our lust is just the physical form
The physical form of the bearded
Dickhead cult.
Wherever we look
We see your red face
Under your monuments
American Kryptonite lyrics
He is the icon of our times, solution to our modern crimes. His trigger finger clicks remotes, as carbohydrates slowly bloat. Not fragile, or brittle. He's seeking an acquittal. No scruples, no meekness, he has but one great weakness

The puddles of sperm
You can enjoy to the love of a millions
And our lust is just the physical form
The physical form of the bearded
Dickhead cult

Welcome to the shameful mausoleum
Red dusk and his embrace.
There is no sex in the USSR
Only redfucking bearded dickhead cult
Hey, somebody see the sperm
On his face?
Somebody see his mouth is not shut?
There is no sex in the USSR
Only redfucking bearded dickhead cult.