The rattle of the bones in the wooden pole still deafens the ears of the victim A nightmarish vision, armies of flies Feasting on their remains Solely living on death feeding
How inhuman their massacres were seen how glorious their offering to the altar of the black scythe how magnificent are their yells
The wheels never stop turning Magnum Opus of the unnamed the breaking wheel spins A thirst for blood always incessant initiates the laceration
when they are facing their downfall when the tissue is decayed when the reaping is perfected
how unstoppable is the advance of the blade the torsion of the rope, the coldness of its putrid breath how obnoxious the eyes of the ignorant when death is pleasing its appetite
when fear is fed by its pain now surrender to its unfolding may this glorious torment lead us to Total DeathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
