Gunter the Impaler

Abolish tie fit I am , dead that and the son,
That by the trees slide and the Breeze
Dead one, which is I the sky in and the angel,
During they untwist themselves cry slowly and conquer the continuous screw

Dig by the departure ditches,
fire by the witches,
whom I slam shut in the back of my
Dragula

Dead I am not the pool and spread from the weak fool
And wish you need anywhere, since you are bleed
Dead me the rat, celebration after the cat,
Which bleed to tender the fur are and die, during you purr.

Dig by the departure ditches,
fire by the witches,
whom I slam shut in the back of my
Dragula