I have lived ceaselessly, open eyed. I created you, Born in the arms of deafness, to suffer for my pleasure. Staggering through life's dark catacombs, You wade in blood, As tapeworms surface through your skull, in hunger.
With fervor I flame the burning heart that quakes like lava within a volcano, and cast ash upon your dull crown. Without end, I fare and know— The horse smells battle from afar. I labor in concupiscence for wounds that bloom eternally.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.