Dark Angels

July is hot, slepping under trees

that smell like skunk

We better wake up the snow has rrived.. i gog o be a

Long Nite

Hungry, like sharks redy to attack

Hearserolling dwn the boulevard, three dark angels all the way strappe.

Ready to hunt!

Easy targetslike deer they've been sotted

they have no chance

tere is no pace to hide

conract has been signed,

oh boy you better not run!!

oh boy dont even try!!!

we dont d this for fun

Mother death is skinny, waiting for more souls to mss up

angels of peace

we are.

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