Exumer - Death Factory

Roll the dice and we pray, won't tolerate the weak today. No concerns for living things, the sun turns black pendulum swings. Alone I stalk in the dark, passed out from the smoke. Final wish is here to stay, killing soldiers made of clay. Death factory Suffer all your sons suffer 'til they're dead and gone Murder all you saints murder 'til you're dead and gone Life for a life if that's your claim None of you will be seen again Frozen in time as we drain The life blood out your fucking veins Suffer all your sons murder all your saints Roll the dice and we pray, won't tolerate the weak today. No concerns for living things, the sun turns black pendulum swings. Death factory Suffer all your sons suffer 'til they're dead and gone Murder all your saints murder 'til you're dead and gone