Mayhem Deathcrush ^{минус №3}

Demonic laughter your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull
The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won′t be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you′ll see
I come forward
Deathcrush
I'll send you to your maker
I'll send you to your death
Death nicely crucified
Death, heads on stakes
The barbeque has just begun
Deathcrush, deathcrush, deathcrush
Crush, crush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush