it's the smell of it its inexorable pull and i grow weaker weaker with the lull i have learned that the stronger exist by the eating of others fetidly i belong to them to sustain the rhythm of decay
the milk of them my scourges of black lust in the milk of them buried in the breast
a slew of low chords accompany my bloodlust my dying opens in the fields and claims a body count live through this take all of me now to build a centre
the milk of them my scourges of black lust in the milk of them buried in the breastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
