Unfortunate travellers meet a macabre fate : For an instructive tale of decomposition Such tragic destiny was certainly not undeserved The punishment's required by its own virtues
Dragging their repulsive bodies The filthy fools they had it coming! Hurled down the chasm by your servitor Trapped there between worlds forever!
A door to my own inferno was hidden in the depths My theatre of horror, my sensual alcove! Hell is but children's play compared to its refinement A fine place to repent for the crime of existing
Dragging their alluring bodies The luscious fools they had it coming! Unaware of the goods their own guts could provide I shall teach you all my carnal knowledge
Entrails reveal their mysteries At the bottom of the well Souls tormented cry their blight Rotting inside the sludge tomb
See! The magic's coming out Spelled on desiccated skin Forbidden truths Sorcery carmine God's loving hands tainted with blood
Few fortunate travellers meet a macabre fate : An instructive tale of recomposition Flesh sewn to flesh, soul merged with soul From lifeform to artform: a divine grace!
Wasting their allusive bodies The poor fools they needed my help I knew I had to free them from their grotesque prison In my hands, they have found new dispositions
Rotten! Gruesome! Sickening! Sublime!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
