B/Black Cilice/Crawling Through Bloodsoaked Chambers
Blood and candles The stench of Death All my open wounds Put me closer to them.
The corpses are rotting And the rats have their feast Drinking my blood As I serve him.
The verses were read As I crawled To summon them To infinite darkness.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.