Experience the dismal fate to feel a touch of horror only (to) witness what the dead shall see soak it all in, loop it all anew.
Still predictable, marching on and on the icon of arrogance will come to make amends piece by piece, fading with a smile shall we truly be no more?
A touch of evil to contact the dead no touch of kindness, profoundly sad I love the dead
Crucified, an abhorrent lie splendor in the sky, great watcher of my soul collective coma can you hear what I say?
Still predictable, marching on and on the icon of arrogance will come to make amends piece by piece, fading with a smile shall we truly be no more?
A touch of evil to contact the dead no touch of kindness, profoundly sad I love the dead A touch of evil to contact the dead no touch of kindness, profoundly sad I lick the dead
I chose the devil, in which the fire burns since the day I passed away, I stay in decay with fear I bring the sorrow, a sinisterly touch of doom from source of my horror, from the abyss of my soul
From abundance of mockery from darkness with chaos, even if I bleed like a flock of hellspawn, in magnificence disguise wandering deeper inside, in fleshy sweetness and thoughts of the act by the grace of devils hands
From abundance of mockery from darkness with chaos like a flock of hellspawn wandering deeper inside in fleshy sweetness by the grace of devils hands
A touch of evil to contact the dead no touch of kindness, profoundly sad I lick the dead A touch of evil to contact the dead no touch of kindness, profoundly glad I fuck the deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
