Your guardian angels took a day off As I entered the picture Your life got a new meaning, a purpose to live Little did you know what was to come
This is the Curse of the Dead Medusa Blood, wet shit and pure horror Fear the Curse of the The Dead Medusa The one that comes without any cure
Do you remember how Clouds stopped smiling at you? Do you remember no bird was singing Do you remember their totally unmoved faces As your corpse was rotting away
This is The Curse of Dead Medusa Blood, wet shit and pure horror Fear The Curse of the Dead Medusa The one that comes without any cure
Your attempts to catch me They are all in vain I shall mark my path With dead angel bodies And cut out their rectums And keep them as souvenirs
One day all of this will make sense to you Before that i keep on hunting Then when you realize the meaning behind this You will see me as your God
This is The Curse of Dead Medusa Blood, wet shit and pure horror Fear The Curse of the Dead Medusa The one that comes without any cureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
