Oh the feasts of flesh the mass torture the lord of death imperial proccessions The conditions are meet the skin is ripped no unthinkable shame dead impressions Flesh Grafter you can't deny their unthinkable shame, it's judgement Flesh Grafter you have cut the lies the dillusions of pain their progression He will carve thee He will cut thee The crucifixes of stange religions line the land of bavarian inquisitions unmarked flesh only worn with the young who look to the old at the evil obsessions The crucifixes of stange religions line the land of bavarian inquisitions unmarked flesh only worn with the young who look to the old at the evil obsessions there is something we can't see that cuts us immotoraly there is someone cutting me the lord of death eternally Flesh Grafter you can't deny their unthinkable shame it's judgement Flesh Grafter you have cut the lies the dillusions of pain their progression Flesh Grafter you can't deny their unthinkable shame it's judgementTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
