Sarcofago - The God's Faeces | Текст Иностранной Песни
Maybe you can think we are pessimistics obstinated, that's OK this is your point of view we're not truth owners But we want to know what you have to say if you
Sarcofago - Rotting!!! | Текст Иностранной Песни
People are blind with something Can't make happen their desires All from their god stinks The reason must talk higher Jesus is rotting Jesus now died
Sarcofago - Piercings | Текст Иностранной Песни
Based on the true story of the maniac Carlos Lippel 1946-1977 Screams of agony Echoing all corners The torment of a cursed and Distorted soul Voluptous
Sarcofago - God Bless The Whores | Текст Иностранной Песни
Different reasons, same perversions, but all with the same fire burning between their legs. God bless the whores by all their cares God bless the whores by the nights
Sarcofago - Ready To Fuck | Текст Иностранной Песни
Stand up to see my penetrator hammer he will make your dreams turn to reality I will lick you of the feets 'till the head making you feel torrential
Sarcofago - Satanic Terrorism | Текст Иностранной Песни
A legion of different hearts an army of equal minds same blood in their veins burning high, pumping hard brothers in uncomformity Warriors of same land Against the
Sarcofago - Screeches From The Silence | Текст Иностранной Песни
The sunshine of dawn will born Rain falls at the end of the night Wetting your face, your soul Speed is your way of life Soon you'll meet your face Reflected
Sarcofago - Rhabdovirus (The Pitbull's Curse) | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sharp encephalitis, almost always fatal the beginning is marked by a sensation of anguish, cephalgia, fever uneasiness and undefined sensorial alterations many times referred to
Sarcofago - Army Of The Damned (The Prozac's Generation) | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sometimes you think that your life is sick and everything is going bad. You can't support the pression in your head. There is clouds of tormentsin your heart, let me say
Sarcofago - Crush, Kill, Destroy | Текст Иностранной Песни
Join my world of evil pain A smell of lewdness is diffuse in the air The hall is quiet but soon you'll screech So do it with hate We're the masters of our own