Tekst:
Rumpelstiltskin Grinder Living For Death Destroying The Rest

through, Living for death, Destroying the rest, Now manifesting, Calling you, Know it's true, Join the few, Thrashing through, Living for death, Destroying the rest

burglaring knife-wielding thieves, A skull, a symbol of prestige, A treasure that is taken from the head, Of a demonic fiend. The weapon has never been needed, For

thief was harvested for mechanical undeath, The graveyard's spectres toiled and slaved, constructed without rest. The sorrow of living machinery, emotions

17: It was a meek yet morbid scene, The devil, some ghouls and zombie fiends, They needed some props in this century, Let's go! Set the time for 1655

the counter-strike! There's no greater crime For you to blindly accept what you've been told, Join the revolt or die, Underground Legions, Start your revolt! We live