Little Dead Bertha Let Me Roust Your Soul
Welcome to the Kingdom of Nightmares
In your last, worst dream.
There's no one will share to you,
No one hear your scream.
Hate and scorn will chase on you
You'll can't live without them soon
Thousands of suns were burst to
Make this hell for you.
Bleeding, rave against your fate,
Broken for one thousand bits,
First of all-you're must hate
When you want to live.
Fallen like an angel
Of the ancient
Times you lash yourself
Feeling like a lamb of god.
Sacrifice for your salvation.
Loosing everything
You are fall in sin
Butcher of yourself
In condemned cell.
God is just a dream
He's not hear your scream
God is just a soul
Flying so that fall.
Let me roust your soul -
And you'll see how it small.
(Roust your soul -
And you il see how it...)
