Die Insane — Impaled Nazarene

Place the hands on it's throat Feel the fragile windpipe Slowly tighten your grip Watch closely it's eyes When they are rolling over Then release your grip

I have sworn to make your life a living hell Torture known no boundaries

Now it is gasping for air Great moment to throw it at a wall Shrieks of pain at an empty hallway Death has never come so slow

I have sworn to make your life a living hell Torture known no boundaries

Вшу insane I will make you to die insane In the end you will die insane

Watch it crawl back to it's hole Laugh as it fights for it's live That fuck seems to have nine lives Eight are spent now fucking die

I have sworn to make your life a living hell Torture known no boundaries