It's coming for you... Stalking through decay... Internally mechanized... The scourge of ooze it maims... Smothering filth and fumes... Disgust of biley sustenance Forging gods of banishment... Spreading cosmic genes of pestilence... Pursuing the science, experimentation stimulate the throne she shall rest upon. Ere of ancient matter reforms procreate revulsion, seed of the dark scorn Bio organs remain. Perpetuate the rank that bleeds Spewing mechanical innards. The throne of ooze shall feed Gluttony for mortal flesh, this whore breeds impurity Merging through the grounds, procreation Perishing and conquering earths fresh sanctum Souls despair as the ooze turns black Iniquity is granted, there is no turning back They are all victims who've flawed their rights The galactic universe dissimulates from them Pithless mortals heir to the circle of life Life that steals, leeching thy will. separate from another dimension Cesspool of slime retract into the membranes. Shielding a soon to be corpse Stealing the life of the stainless casuals. Time to play her favorite game Fleeing likes maggots a razor limp will maim Crippled and dragged by branches of repugnance Severs them, the rest of the humans commit to their penance scorning will only leave a weeping mourning The throne must feed in order to breed. Darkness becomes the only light feed this bitch because there is more after life Ooze...Behold the realms of the vanquish This abominable whore will plead. The throne of ooze shall feed. Gods of the netherrealm decedeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
