Deathcrush - Ophthalamia

Demonic laughter your cremation

Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood

A sudden crack as I crushed your skull

The remind of your life flashes by

A life that soon won’t be

Smiling with axe in my hand

Evils rotten hand you’ll see

I come forward

Deathcrush

I’ll send you to your maker

I’ll send you to your death

Death nicely crucified

Death, heads on stakes

The barbecue has just begun

Deathcrush, deathcrush, deathcrush

Crush, crush

Deathcrush

Deathcrush

Deathcrush