Texty: Cryptic Wintermoon. A Coming Storm. Supersatan.

i am here back from the dead to paint the world in blood red
watch out the hell in my eyes when i take the harvest with my scythe
bringing fire as i ride i will send bombs out in the night
listen what i have to tell cause i wish you fucking hell

it won`t be nice to meet up with me
cause all i wanna do is to fistfuck you

i am the supersatan big block instead of balls
your fear is gasoline a supernatural deathmachine
i am the racing hate 666 my license plate

so fuck you all

i`m coming round to satanize to slaughter and to pulverize
yea i`m coming round
i guess you do not really love me
but riding with the evil gives me pleasure too

i am the loving darkness that sweetly embraces your soul

racing with the hand of domm it will be very cool
hey little motherfucker i will make you a fool

i am the supersatan your fear is gasoline
not weapons kill me but i fuck you