Mayhem - Deathcrush dalszöveg

Demonic laughter
Your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air
But are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crush your skull

A reminder of your life flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with the 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 barbecue has just begun

Deathcrush
Deathcrush
Crush... Crush
Deathcrush