Текст песни Deathklok - Birthday
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Many years ago today Something grew inside of your mother That thing was YOU! YOU! You! You! You! You! Did she scream? Did she cry? Only those that are born are ones that get to die! One more year closer to dying Body, organs ripping, rotting, Biological Discordance Birthday equals self-abhorrance R.S.V.P. Please For the death of thee You have little time You're running out of life Happy... Birthday... You're gonna die! Die, Die! Deth Day! Birthday, Deth Day! Die Die! Deth (Deth) Day! Birthday, Deth (Deth) Day! Die-die, Deth-day Birth-day, Deth-day! В этот день, много лет назад что-то зародилось в чреве твоей матери Этим чем-то был ты ТЫ! ТЫ! ТЫ! ТЫ! Кричала ли она? Рыдала ли она? Только тем, кто родился, посчастливится сдохнуть На год ближе к финальной черте Тело гниет и разлагается На части распадается, день рожденья- Это отвращение к самому себе Поспеши занять местечко в аду Смерть уже стучится в двери У тебя осталось мало времени Жизнь ускользает из твоих рук С днем... Рожденья Ты скоро сдохнешь Сдохни! Сдохни! День! Умерщвление! День! Р0жденья! Сдохни! Сдохни! Сдохни! День умерщвления! Сдохни! Смотрите также:
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Many years ago today
Something grew inside of your mother
That thing was YOU!
YOU!
You! You! You! You!
Did she scream? Did she cry?
Only those that are born are ones that get to die!
One more year closer to dying
Body, organs ripping, rotting,
Biological Discordance
Birthday equals self-abhorrance
R.S.V.P. Please
For the death of thee
You have little time
You're running out of life
Happy ... Birthday ... You're gonna die!
Die, Die! Deth Day!
Birthday, Deth Day!
Die Die! Deth (Deth) Day!
Birthday, Deth (Deth) Day!
Die-die, Deth-day
Birth-day, Deth-day!
On this day, many years ago
something originated in your mother's womb
That something was you
YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU!
Did she scream? Was she crying?
Only those who are born are lucky enough to die
One year closer to the final line
The body rots and decays
Falls apart, birthday-
This is self-loathing
Make haste to take a place in hell
Death is already knocking at the door
You don't have much time left
Life slips out of your hands
Happy Birthday
You will die soon
Die! Die! Day!
Killing! Day! P0zdeniya! Die! Die! Die!
Day of killing!
Die!
