A hollow husk, formed of malice and hate Empty to the touch, frostbitten and decayed
Mors grata est
Wasting away to the winds, an empty figure stained in the innocent Stretch forth your palms, tainted blade and bloody cross
Mors grata est
You hellion, serpent of the garden Mastication of flesh, such an era of madness
You pull from the flock, slaughter of the sick and the withering Your damnation holds no mercy, total waste of humanity
Such a foul beast cascading out from the sea May whomever have ears hear him speak;
"I am the immolation The holy degradation I am the horror I am forever"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
