Humanatomy Grinder Chatter Studie

Night turns to void as I rise from my trench
Dark blood and red was the sky were I laid
I laugh when it shower from my trembling hands
No one to save your fallen, fallen torso and Jeovah's book
Is falling forever
Because they've already got slayed
The more the better I feel
My only aim is to hear many murmurs from those tortured by my steel
My only pleasure is
Is to listen now to the motor of my deadly tank