Crimson Snow - текст песни
Crimson Snow
Wintermorning
The scream remain from last night
When he skilfuled took her life
It? s not heroic
When he slices them with a knife
But his desire dies
He is killing for pleasure
To decrease his desire
How many bodies can we count now
You have made the crimson snow
Another victim
Was found couldn? t be recognized
He must have felt joy
Hear my warning
Don? t walk under the dark sky
Cause he roams when it falls
He is killing for pleasure
To decrease his desire
How many bodies can we count now
You have made the crimson snow
It must have burnt like a fire
To get caught and facing a trial
He must pay for his crimes
Sentenced to death for all those lives
Executed
He will be on our TV screens
They are going to fry his brain
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