Вершы: Wumpscut. Music For A Slaughtering Tribe. Dudek.

Here standing at the gates of hell
I'm asking what to do
Should I deal with?
Should I don't?
No matter when deside to move

The heart of the dead man is throbbing in the net
On my stroke

On my stroke of live
On my stroke of live
On my stroke
On my stroke of live