Looking you through my burning eyes shattering your black purity Dying mankind in a dead world I want to hear your weakness I want to smell your suffering Nausea I want to see your corruption Nausea I want to touch your fear Nausea
A cold storm of darkness A black cloud of blood All what I saw is clean All what I heard is dead Is dead.
White worms for your flesh Infesting your eyes deep in your bones World of sickness Burn, Burn, Smoke No skull unburned
Now your heart's spill blood calming my thirst All that I saw, that I heard is dead.
Unholy eye, watch and cry, cry All is dead.
From the bottom of my hate Rise a morbid scream to all those who believe in pathetic lives. Nausea NauseaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
