Bastards of life, the harlots eclipsed by death Spewed from the depths of her fractured mind
Macabre entombment as the carcass reeks, still warm Flesh through lie to epitaph Reborn, undead, unborn Open the portal to the world below Through necrosis inverted Broken seals of necronomicon The past shall be rescripted
In your final hour You don't answer to god, you will answer to death In cerecloth, your life entombed Flesh shall rot and deeds live on Gods of sepulchre stone Govern over us So life may imitate itself By whom we enthrone By the likes we condemn to never be born again
Life to you is a wait for eternity in heaven What you consider yourself to be, it sickens me
Animal or man, equal mortal flesh History by whatever hand Pillars that life can never reach
In your final hour You don't answer to god, you will answer to death In cerecloth, your life entombed Flesh shall rot and deeds live onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
