From the vile amounts of pain across this land The dismay that has covered the complex Splattered human chunks flood these streets The sound of feathered wings clapping in the distance arriving in groups to the scene of a destroyed body The remainder of what is left in me, making the entry-level rupture an uncontrollable urge to withdraw from my string of murders The sound of feathered wings clapping in the distance arriving in groups to the scene of a destroyed body The only sound that is heard nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
