Walhalla Express - Altar

You seal has not been broken

With 40% you’re filled

I smell you from a distance

You are perfectly grilled

I see you turn before me

Your flesh is getting wet

Sixthousend watts of power

Are exploding my head

Please get in line

You are my friends

My chosen ones

Four passengers

On the walhalla express

You’ll guide me till I’m dead

On the walhalla express

My one way ticket to death

Spirits run in my blood

The ultimate enlightment

I rip the flesh from your bones

And shiver from excitement

I cum all over your face

Then take you from behind

Reign in Blood from Slayer

Is blasting through my mind