Follow the stench into the deep Drawn in by the lingering, dark, sour reek of impending death Use the craft to perform the duty The unquenchable thirst, the miasma of rot.
Surrounded, completely. It speaks, it calls. From the filth it stretches into her nostrils, The demands of Mors are binding. Death and nothing more. The thirst floods the mind, Incontestable urges, the hunger engulfs the body
Inescapable as the hunger of the wolf The hunger not of body but soul Taken by moonlight, delivered by the witch For the privilege of life and the curse of time
With limitless rage, explore the power. Explore the fresh hells behind your eyes. With limitless rage, explore death Mirroring the fear of despair
Follow the stench into the deep, Drawn in by the lingering dark, The sour reek of impending death, The demands of Mors are binding.
The limitless anger of the great antiquity The hunger not of body but soul, Taken by the moonlight, Delivered by the witch.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
