The Wrong-doer letra

Run, I must run
My breath, I am losing
The insane man is close behind me
Laughing barbarically as he swings
His axe
Oh, what a sensation as
The blunt instrument slices my back open
Face down in my guts, I lie
The brain juice it smells so vile
But yet so sweet
His thunderous boots trod down on my skull
His hands tear me open
With a bellowing laugh

Ogre - Letras

• 78
• A Call to Colossus
• Altar Of Supreme Evil
• Axemaster
• Bestial Priest
• Beyond The Squashed
• Black Death
• Black Sins
• Brain Driller
• Chained In The Crypt
• Colonizer Rex
• Colossus
• Confirmed Sightings Of Several Large Machines
• Cypthor's Awakening
• Dark Beast From Ondor
• Dawn of the Protoman
• Demon Begone
• Dogmen (Of Planet Earth)
• Draw The Blood
• Drive
• Eat The Priest
• Eat Your Guts
• End-Days
• Final Prayer
• Flesh Feast
• Gut Ripper, Fiend From The Pit
• Home Sapiens Ferreus
• Hound Bastard The Almighty One
• Ill Man
• Lawlessness Reigns In The Wake Of The Machine Attacks
• Limb-ripper
• Mangled Bodies Of The Children
• Murdered By The Millions
• Obey The Dark Church
• Ogre
• Perverts
• Pig Wizard
• Queen of Gasoline
• Robot Bastard
• Scenes Of Terrific Pain
• Scourged At The Foot Of The Imperial Gates Of Satan
• Skeletonized
• Soldier Of Misfortune
• Sperm Whale
• Spine Crusher
• Suicide Ride
• The Gas
• The Grub
• The Jaded Beast
• The Sentinel
• The Sins Of Many
• The Un Has Declared a Global State Of Emergency
• The Wrong-doer
• Thermal Incineration
• This Unstoppable Mechanical Madness That Slaughters Us Indiscriminately
• Woman On Fire