Abüsor
Sick Tribes
From the start Thousands of moons and years passed Until this eve Our creation and evolution Something's unclear That's what they fear These sick tribes of doom Feeding from human flesh They eat them and dissecate them Until there is no trace or fact Sick tribes Eat you dead or alive Sick tribes there's no turning back Sick tribes Eternal appetite Unknown act we fear No one will ever know No one will ever see Your fate is cruel But that's their rule
From Letras Mania