---

Last caress of cutting pain
ripping flesh from the bone
Drives my Brain into despair
wooden casket (is) my new home

I bathed
in my own blood
as it reeks
from the open wounds

in mud
i feel the stench
of sweet death
coming swiftly from behind

infernal fucking war!!!

as the end is comming fast
reaper's breathing down my neck
devil's watching my demise
he knows my soul's dressed in black

i feel
the dying chill
my brain cells fade
there's no thinking clearly

soon
my eyes will close
my body will rot
and i will fall to eternal sleep

infernal fucking war!

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.