DEAD
- I The Bitchfinder Lyrics / with translationsreek of filthy sin
breathing from your skin
quest for salty sweat
invitation for the "Dead"
the yellow rubber-glove
will heal you from the inside
the jar of vasoline
provokes the final scream
juice dripping from your wound
I found the nasty mark
unleashed from your womb
it's well & truly art!
reek of filthy sin
breathing from your skin
quest for salty sweat
invitation for the "Dead"
the womb-raider seeks inside ya
here I am the Bitchfinder
don't need a witness of your sins
no excuse pay the price!
the womb-raider seeks inside ya
here I am the Bitchfinder
don't need a witness of your sins
no excuse pay the price!
I, the bitchfinder
I'll cleanse her sins
breathing from your skin
quest for salty sweat
invitation for the "Dead"
the yellow rubber-glove
will heal you from the inside
the jar of vasoline
provokes the final scream
juice dripping from your wound
I found the nasty mark
unleashed from your womb
it's well & truly art!
reek of filthy sin
breathing from your skin
invitation for the "Dead"
the womb-raider seeks inside ya
here I am the Bitchfinder
don't need a witness of your sins
no excuse pay the price!
the womb-raider seeks inside ya
here I am the Bitchfinder
don't need a witness of your sins
no excuse pay the price!
I, the bitchfinder
I'll cleanse her sins
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I The Bitchfinder
Dead
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