The sky is black, black as my soul I smell the winds, of the morbids species All along the trees, flayed barks Spelling my sealed fate Blaspheming the sacred writtings Offered by Mother I am according the truth Willing to submit I am whom the Gods hate None living creature can feed my necrosed corpse Shall I willingly allow to disapear me For the uttermost damnation I fear Redemption is not penetrating my mind I let the bloody clouds washing my spirit
I let the bloody clouds washing my spirit
Insanity has gangrenous my state Starting to gnaw my torso Tear off my hairs, skin my face Peeling my flesh Damaging blackened nails My hands are turning to putrid Lying in my torpor, served by a sordid devotion As in a poisoned cocoon Hibernating in my deeply torments Curled up bottom of the chasm, reccluded into penumbra away from any form of life This ignoble hole is my deumeure Pain and suffering became now an obsessionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
