They have no more power
They have no room to deflower
To end the fear to end this pain
We must cleanse this earth with the sulphur and rain
Still you're all waiting for perdition's son
Who needs your f*cking god when I've got my gun?
Forget flesh harvest
That which brings us to our knees will separate our fantasies
Psyclon Nine - Flesh Harvest Lyrics
Psyclon Nine - Flesh Harvest Lyrics
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They have no more power
They have no room to deflower
To end the fear to end this pain
We must cleanse this earth with the sulphur and rain
Still you're all waiting for perdition's son
Who needs your f*cking god when I've got my gun?
Forget flesh harvest
That which brings us to our knees will separate our fantasies
They have no room to deflower
To end the fear to end this pain
We must cleanse this earth with the sulphur and rain
Still you're all waiting for perdition's son
Who needs your f*cking god when I've got my gun?
Forget flesh harvest
That which brings us to our knees will separate our fantasies