Woke up still alive Inside this fucking box I hear the demons Calling for a corpse Curtains of hell Deployed Behind me I can no longer bear This rotten atmosphere
May devil´s will be done
My lungs are tired Fighting lack of air I hope the undertaker Has poor memory I told him long ago When my moment comes Light the last flame for me And let my body burn
May devil´s will be done
Food for Leviathan´s sons Six feet under of soil pressure Carcass of cracked bones Blood boils across eye sockets Blood soaked screams Father of evil is calling me Ripped from the belly of an impure To feed the rage of the indecentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
