Satanic Slam Dancing Ritual by Murdered Lyrics

You weak minded twit
You bitter old prick
You make me sick

Wrapped in barbed wire
To a wooden cross
Yeah, you're welcome bitch

There is no escape
What a delight

Time to cut off your pig face and wear it
You fucking pig
Time to make you suffer before you die

I fill your guts with lead
I smash your brains
I kill you dead
I kill you

Dancing around your corpse
Spouting hymns of the dark lord
Throwing hammers
While blasting some ultra dank slams
Satanic Slam Dancing Ritual
Throwing hammers
Dancing
Throwing hammers