Trenchknife lyrics
by Queensway
A wish born from despair
A wish to obliterate your life; returning everything to nothing
The sword of destruction
I caste down upon you
My bare hands beg for blood
God like appetite for destruction
These hands see how quickly I put them on you. Better bring back up. I am the one who decides your fate
Weak men. Bow to me
Weak men. Bow to me
A wish born from despair
A wish to obliterate your life; returning everything to nothing
Feeble and weak. My trenchknifе, my trenchknife will make you see
Feeblе and weak. My trenchknife, my trenchknife will make you see
I won't let you stop... ME
TRENCHKNIFE
A wish born from despair
A wish to obliterate your life; returning everything to nothing
The sword of destruction
I caste down upon you
My bare hands beg for blood
The sword of destruction
I caste down upon you
My bare hands beg for blood