Bloodish red, the color of those empty skies, a thousand times ill say nothing else in this flesh will remain. Asphyxiation, when the green of this surface turns to black, suffocation. I love her perfumed corpse, my dead cold fingers (blackened attempt) grab those roots to pull out the darkest demons, beautiful attempt, through the horrors we march, we march & we claim for this purification. A thousand black roses buried in the humanity's grave. Your fucking flesh is gonna be mine. We claim for this purification.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
