Spit in a graveyard, after having lived hell Live at the mercy of an evil gloomy spell
Possessed by an overactive force Guided through a hole of perversion Misunderstanding the reasons for this hate But loving, suffering and demanding ever more
Power from the owner of supremacy The god of fear is knowing your needs All the passions you'll have to forget To become the toy he will get
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Your mind is empty and your words have now left Unable to express like in death
To kill your envy, to possess your soul Demonic order / shattering road Let you fall deeper in this sweet kind of hell Never a come back that soon you can tell Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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