Natasha Bedingfield

Demonic laughter your cremation

Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood

A sudden crack as I crushed your skull



The remind of your life flashes by

A life that soon won't be

Smiling with axe in my hand

Evil's rotten hand you'll see



I come forward

Deathcrush



I'll send you to your maker

I'll send you to your death



Death nicely crucified

Death, heads on stakes



The barbeque has just begun

Deathcrush - Deathcrush - Deathcrush



Crush - Crush

Deathcrush

Deathcrush

Deathcrush