The vermin drowns in its own juice A banquet for the ring-tailed dainties Mollification is not intended In the butchers immolation
Blindfolded by a crown of thorns -Fatstock drivels scum inside- Trepanned heads for dull discharge -You will be eaten alive!- Your plead for death remains unheard Empty vessels filled with pain
Absolution won’t be granted There will be no relief Don’t expect salvation That’s not what you’ll receive
Left again in vegetative state and without comprehension Bound to memories ever fading and dying Survival of the distressed Only celestial tranquility will remain
Absolution, Salvation, Relief: Denied! Alleviation, Obtundation, Simplification: Denied!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
