Bavaria‘s ghost

(Verse 1)
In Bavaria's ghost, my mind runs deep,
Forever lost where holy grounds sleep.
Uptempo echoes, voices in my head,
Cold blood pumping, wishing I was dead.

(Chorus)
Beer in hand, shit on my mind,
Money's the motive, the twisted kind.
This ain't no heaven, this ain't no game,
Just endless torment, forever the same.

(Verse 2)
Shadows linger, the spirits call,
Through darkened alleys, I stumble and fall.
Voices whisper, a haunting sound,
In this abyss, no peace is found.

(Chorus)
Beer in hand, shit on my mind,
Money's the motive, the twisted kind.
This ain't no heaven, this ain't no game,
Just endless torment, forever the same.

(Bridge)
Haunted by memories, a chilling scene,
Living this nightmare, a twisted dream.

(Chorus)
Beer in hand, shit on my mind,
Money's the motive, the twisted kind.
This ain't no heaven, this ain't no game,
Just endless torment, forever the same.

(Outro)
Bavaria's curse, forever bound,
In this cold reality, no escape is found.
Blood on my hands, shit in my soul,
Forever lost, beyond control.

Hardcore , Frenchcore