Millions of tortured souls Crying from all holes The winds of constant wailing Compels the fire to rise in time The gears that will grind your nails in Are precise to a razors line The tears of another's pain Brings no remorse at all Phantasmic abominations wait to feast on souls Falling from the open sky A hailstorm of terrified living corpses (Millions and millions) Sorted by forks the size and weight of anchors Searing and hot the second that they drop (Millions and millions) Some burst in the air from all the heat and pressure The anxiety of being conscious slime (Millions and millions)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
