Of the degraded corpse! Gibs and gore strewn about! Intestines wrapped around my neck and tightly chafing, Cutting the circulation and seeking out the last bodily essence To absorb! The reaper has arrived Their scythes clinging to moral decadence
Lynched with my own intestines, the sheeple flock and bow
The reaper's emblazoned devilish grin Approaching their next slave to sacrifice Blood rife as they weed out the weak
The meaning of death, branded in the minds of the subservient All doomed to purgatory!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
