Upon the darkest of thrones The true God is visible The filthy sound of ten thousand (necro) morbid deaths Smear my body with your destructive visions
Writhe in my bastard hellish tormented ego Soak my veins in alcohol Create the beast.. behind these armoured walls... I shall not let others in
So pure the race So few But we (tormented) know We know so fucking well not to hide Yet to stay underground
You, you sit upon the darkest of thrones Yet still remain as miserable, as necro, as evil, as hungry, as I...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
