Mustering what strength remains, hoarse from screeching death Blood stained, filth encrusted, withering The husk of evil dwindling to a shell of a human the feeble creature crawls onwards
In the serpent tongue, chanting back mindlessly into the cold air, The fog of their breath, the whispers taken crawling through her skin The Secrets of the black art failed to sustain The powers of the dark lord reduced
The pentagram in her flesh burns cold, with open wounds she curses her undoing, Steel slicing her hand, draws no blood, to join the undying in hell for eternity.
Limply swinging limbs, disoriented and mesmerised by the euphoric touch of mortality’s embrace.
The fog of their breath The whispers taken crawling through her skin The Secrets of the black art failed to sustain The pentagram burns in her flesh, cold, with open wounds she curses.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
