Quietly the wind whispered An audacious perfume gave to savor The grotesque malice that hovered in my head Insane dreams… death performing murder The putrid vapors emanated of the fissures Contemplated under the cold and terrifying moonlight
…of dense darkness they sounded small noises The malign feeling that runs me in the veins Arms and legs, dismembered Cranial mess, festered Crashed bones, mutilate The rotten gases fluids in the entrails Death and rotten proceeds to your side
The need to kill, to survive Sectrets of mind, to seek more blood And kill them all It’s a perverse and starving desire Moving behind, to seek more blood I watch you die!
Mine to be it is invaded by the anguish of the victims
Their despair of dying My joy in ripping the carcasses
The human screams conforts you, the filthy that fascinates me
The life makes scarce Death and rotten proceeds to your side
The rotten gases fluids in the entrails Death and rotten proceeds to your sideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
