Pulse expire, death comes in a burst. Black forecast of a lifelong thirst.
Lord of the tomb by my side. Cadaverous, dead and insane in the eye. Speak a madman's prophecy.
He will drain my soul when it is free. Phantoms of the grave kill to survive. Sucking death-energy from the ones who will die. Into death cast. A spiral of the past. Eclipse grips for my soul. Torn from death's bed. And buried by the dead. Their hands are white and cold.
Crawling through the soil and snow. Pitch-black grave cracks up below. Screams measure a timeless echo. Hideous figures laugh and beckon.
Coming through me. Souls imprisoned in gore. Malignant anguish never seen before. Victims drag their limbs across the halls of the dead. Funeral bell rings to celebrate the dread. Deteriorating. All my flesh and my bones. Are ready to explode in a gush of red foam. Virulent infectious death-disease is spread. Rush of thoughts vanish as i die undead.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
