Killpeace from Helly Gator by ENGINE DRIVEN CULTIVATORS

KILLPEACE

Out on the ocean
Strange things are happening a matter of death
Water paints blood red
Flesh float on surface they take it on their ship
Greenpeace is loser
None hears their voice and stops the hunt
Worth so much money
To the rich sluts and the claiming rich mouths

BOMBS, PAIN
BLACK FLAG
BOMBS, PAIN
Our t-shirt

End of the game guys
It’s time for us now to take the field
Let’s sail to nowhere
Mad crew is ready with beer and “Illness”’s wine
Fear us dear hunters
Sooner or later we’ll come in zig-zag
Once there they shoot us
Did you believe we wouldn’t react?

KILL THE BASTARDS
Don’t let them flee
SHOVE TORPEDO
Right in their ass

We approach the guilty boats… Destroy them all!
WE’RE JUST GET TIRED
Blast with cannon their forward, then the main deck
REGARDS AND KISSES
Shoot down every other fleet, that wildlife hint
AND DO IT CATCHY
But sometime exaggerate, and with dead meat
WE HAVE A PARTY

Opening fire
Is all that we wish for to save their life
All our power
Lash out against you explosions arise
Forget the buttons
Try to push random and you crushed to death
What a disaster
We killed also whom we came to get safe

• Metal
• Thrash Metal
• classic thrash
• cultivators
• driven
• engine
• kill
• killpeace
• speed
• technical
• thrash
• waste
• whiplash
• Rome