Back in a time of witchcraft There were black sabbats To speak out a spell And to be one with the darkness
You're accused of black magic And holding dark rituals
Your body is separated Blood spouts out your neck Your head starts tumbling You're not ready dead
You're accused of black magic And holding dark rituals
Death by guillotine Is not a rapid death Your soul lives on for seconds So you see your body twitch Seconds they seem like hours Your flesh it starts to burn Release your blood The only thing you own...
Final Discorporation Final Discorporation
Back in a time of witchcraft There were black sabbats To speak out a spell And to be one with the darkness ... With the darkness To be one... ... With the darkness To be one with the fucking darknessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.