The Fatalistic Bombardment on Beaten Flesh

The fatalistic bombardment on beaten flesh

Pulverize you're guts
Rip out your spine
Eviscerate your entrails
And electrify everything left that's inside

As you fucking die
I'll be sitting on the throne
As you look up from your grave,
Impaled in a pit of death and broken bones

The fatalistic bombardment on beaten flesh

Here in the Outworld we have hypothermic blood
We're demons spitting acid in the holy face of god

Your soul will live forever,
in my digestive tract
I have come for murder
I have come for Mortal Kombat!

I'm a servant for your damnation
A skull spewing death burning all creation
Soul consuming sorcery
A practitioner of black magic blasphemy

Your soul will live forever,
in my digestive tract
I have come for murder
I have come for Mortal Kombat!

Fight x 4

The fatalistic bombardment on beaten flesh

The elder gods foretold your demise
As deaths reflection blackens over your eyes
Now crawl into your coffin as your world disappears
it's time to die, get over here!



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Eller, Jesse Thum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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