cold is the night like the ice thats running through my veins black is the sign of death apon the ravens wings now i lay you down in beds of earth for countless years no one but the worms will know the power of your fear death is not the end cause we were born of it death is not the end your worlds on fire holy war inside her wont you spread her legs to me mother natures time has run its course we are her last disease let the shaman bless the knife i thrust into your side let the hollow of my heart engulf you as you die the ceremony begins your end is part of its will we are machines of war fueled by the blood that we spill and so we celebrate the death of the world light a candle and let that fucker burn we celebrate the death of the world get in line now and take your fucking turnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
