Berzerker (The)
Pain
Tron apart, her face
Ripped from her fleshy skull
Her scalp degloved
What an horrific site
With inches from her life
And all that's left inside
Confusions in her mind
Her luck run out
Tomented cries, coming from inside
Ribe with red, into the state of
A brutal act, but she did well
To tolerate the anguish of that night
the anguish of that night
Tron apart, her face
Ripped from her fleshy skull
Her scalp degloved
What an horrific site
With inches from her life
And all that's left inside
Confusions in her mind
Her luck run out
From Letras Mania