Dethklok
Hatredy lyrics
Strapping for the jury,
tell your friends of fury,
comedy is death, hatredy.
Step into this moonlight,
"doctor in this dead light"
Tragic running more, Hatredy.
Through the rape of night, blinded by your might,
Irony in spite, sometimes "in the light"
Think to die on stage, shredded by your rage
Hating your own face, comedy is disgrace
You I hate, await your fate,
Your time has come, to die on stage.
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