Martyr, lashed to the stone Retching in torment Succumb, as you're hung by the throat Enduring ungodly ruin
Stay the tongue that spews bile from your mouth
Searing skin as I'm stabbed in the back You'll rot for your feeble, impious attacks
Thee of Bile
My head seams in two My mind spawns forth the Dirge My hands, bound to the rocks My palms, psalms, and the brand
Dirge Nexus of liturgy Voices and whimpers crumble under my Word
My palms, bound to the rocks My soul, chained to the mire
A newfound avarice in your God Believe me, In time, you'll grovel in flocks In time, you'll pay for what you've done to me
The urge to be reborn
My mind, the Chthonic Abyss My delusions of grandeur
There is none more deafening than my command Grovelling cuntTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
