Years ago in a village in north Where rites done An inhuman story was born By a man who sold his soul
Voices captured his mind as sinners wine And made him a beast And lost his beliefs
Congregation for all those who couldn't see Atrocity spawned the agony In oddity she is emproidering sins With our blasphemies
Bundy was a man that fell in love With a woman who had cracked his heart Disharmony swelled in his head And he... wanted her dead
Seeked her lips on the throne of red Laced with the way she used to smell Went to her home and hid under the bed Waiting for her
And when she came love became hate He got out her eyes so she didn't have to cry He got out her guts and put them to her hands And made her dance to the name of Satan
And when she died for the one last time he made her love and the journey to madness had begun
From that day.. he became insane.. He was killing for fun.. women who had no heart.. Alone and locked... in his ghastly home.. He made orgies... with rotten corpses...
Sulphurous.. necrophilous and dim Fascinated by the rotten meat Suddenly he was starting to think Based on delegacy...
Collected the best body parts From every woman who had fucked And cut them one by one To make his perfect match/muse
Damned and sad
Ate their tongues
Kissed their art
And fell apart
In the sickest melody froze In the saddest memory broke
He never... been loved...
Never felt loved
Blackbirds flew... straight to the moon... Weeping for you... sad but true.. My son I knew.. life is so cruel... You can't be sure.. for anything and anyone..
A night decided to give an end With a hammer smashed his own head Until the brain completely melt My son rest in peace in this Harrowing atrocity...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
