We've foreseen what it means to kill Stepped into the mind of the rotted remorseless The screams echo silence forbidden Chant of the masses grips the chord to our soul,
Your grave's been forged from a mouth of a stone With a hand that tears your skin right off your bone,
Swim amongst the balance, between light and dark What once was lost, has now been marked I've come to feed, feast on the cries, That flow, endlessly.
Let us Be drowned in the depths of despair calling forth the bestial instincts of man rend flesh from bone Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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