Through the craven voices they disgregate the ties That coalesce us into death rites to instill the doubt Leech the morbid blood pulsing into the crevices of bones
Making our way through this hell to reach decline Together we seek the final demise tonight
Bonding of corpses tormented until the crave undermines the fabrics of truth Chants become screams to coerce these rambling fools Birthed into the plague to spread the lie
Tangled destinies fulfilled inside the trench Bring in the feast for worms Laid to waste for the useless lust for war
By the ravaged council the sentence must be imposed To remind us of the old ones that felled the stars Leech the morbid blood pulsing into the crevices of bones to sanctify the slavers leash
Making our way through this hell to reach decline Together we seek the final demise tonight
Servants – The master is blind Servants – The master is blindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
