Legends of a beast so volatile, Its ferocious crimes on men, disgraceful. The Gears of Sera overwhelmed by the monkey-dog of pure destruction. Dark creatures take on lambent form, they spark of sweet imulsion. Their foul aroma hath sickened down on their bereft forbearance.
A score and four before Emergence Day, Imulsion absorbed into the ground they lay. Ailing from its toxins everyday. Phosphorescent Wretch pandemic! A score and four before Emergence Day, Imulsion absorbed into the ground they lay. Us humans they will intoxicate.
O' dark and feral creature, wretched auditory screecher, Won't you look upon the people that capitulate to your misfeature. Blinding eyes erupt into dismay as their lambent form begins to take place. Dark and feral creature, wretched auditory screecher, Foul, despicable demeanor for which humans call the mortal leecher. Holding a hand over an eye, they're stripped from head to thigh!
Versatile in movement, They crawl and cling on weakened foes, the coven spawn of the hollow. They've begun to tear open their heads to maul and feast until they're dead, They torture over and over again.
Wiry and hunched, yearning for the smell of human blood. Praying on the weak, concentrating on their feeble sheep. Rotten and perverse, humans hunted down to be coerced. Running through the street with a vicious crave for helpless meat. Slashing, gashing, bludgeoning their heads, They feast until they're dead! They will not stop until every last human child's bled.
A score and four before Emergence Day, Imulsion absorbed into the ground they lay. Ailing from its toxins everyday. Phosphorescent Wretch pandemic! A score and four before Emergence Day, Imulsion absorbed into the ground they lay. Us humans they will intoxicate.
O' dark and feral creature, wretched auditory screecher, Won't you look upon the people that capitulate to your misfeature. Blinding eyes erupt into dismay as their lambent form begins to take place. Dark and feral creature, wretched auditory screecher, Foul, despicable demeanor for which humans call the mortal leecher. Holding a hand over an eye, they're stripped from head to thigh!
O' spawn of the hollow, let imulsion soak through to thine marrow!
Locust assail Jacinto, Dark creatures taking on true lambent form. Luminous with sweet imulsion, The mass of Sera cowers unto Wretches' swarm!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
