Patricia loves the seven headed cobra!

Zombies soldiers with guns in their hands
Hate feeds hate and tears remembrances
She's going towards her future with bullets in her gun
For the feast in honor to the insects
Which suck the blood of the prisoner people
... Patricia loves the seven headed cobra!

Cannibal and liar world
With crucifix at the neck
With two bloody irony bars
Which smell of death
Cannibal and bastard world
With crucifix at the neck
With two bloody irony bars
Which smell of death !

Souls and spirits pour that blood
Into the lords‘ cups
With cut veins and empty bones
Mix it with wine
And let the smell of deads and the pain of who's still alive
Vomit them!
... Patricia loves the seven headed cobra!

Cannibal and liar world
With crucifix at the neck
With two bloody irony bars
Which smell of death
Cannibal and bastard world
With crucifix at the neck
With two bloody irony bars
Which smell of death !