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You seal has not been broken with 40% you're filled I smell you from a distance You are perfectly grilled I see you turn before me Your flesh is getting wet Sixthousend watts of power are exploding my head Please get in line You are my friends My chosen ones Four passengers On the walhalla express you'll guide me till I'm dead On the walhalla express my one way ticket to death Spirits run in my blood The ultimate enlightment I rip the flesh from your bones and shiver from excitement I cum all over your face Then take you from behind Reign in Blood from Slayer is blasting through my mind From Letras Mania