I smell rot / Flesh infested with worms / It's time to follow the scythe. Diseases reign in these times. Rotten black skins falls to the ground. The cultures are irrigated with infected blood. Everything you eat. Everything you breathe soon will end in irreversible cancer. Black smoke comes from underworld to invade the heavens. The hell you are in... / The hell you are in... / This is hell...this is the hell you are in... The demons never came up from hell. They were always there. Mass suicides is the only hope we have. At least I know I can't go to hell. Scattered brains. Tangled guts. Cries of despair before impact. Misanthropy leads you to necroscopy. You will never cross the line of immortality. There is no solution. We must leave this world. No absolution. One more day in this cold hell. One more night in this large cell. I opened the gates towards my loneliness. I built the bridge to my suffering. The blood starts to run. Grim reaper is near. I walk alone through a field of corpses. I smell rot / Flesh infested with worms / It's time to follow the scythe. I don't intend to keep running away. I'm ready to go. I follow the steps of the hooded but without chains… Everything becomes darker and darker / Now I feel the cold / My heart... no longer beats.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
