Dark Angels
July is hot, slepping under trees
that smell like skunk
We better wake up the snow has rrived.. i gog o be a
Long Nite
Hungry, like sharks redy to attack
Hearserolling dwn the boulevard, three dark angels all the way strappe.
Ready to hunt!
Easy targetslike deer they've been sotted
they have no chance
tere is no pace to hide
conract has been signed,
oh boy you better not run!!
oh boy dont even try!!!
we dont d this for fun
Mother death is skinny, waiting for more souls to mss up
angels of peace
we are.
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