Mother chant to wisdom fate The soul of me The blood of hate I shall not speak I shall not breathe I do not care So I shall not grieve Sacred spells, earth and ground Pin the skin and hold it down I shall not look So I shall not see Un-curse my black blessed be........
Awake I see your eyes you cry in fear My friend one day you'll see Hate well I'm the snake of enemies I'll do to you my friend What was done to me
Infiltrate the still in me Am I god for I worship thee Despair my way necromancy Cursing you is what you made it to be
Insane the words of hate manipulate There's ways my friend to make you scream Rain thunder roar hail storm Your tears of blooded pain Drain you to mourn
Chanting with the wisdom of grace Dancing with the widows grieving embrace All your thoughts of bitter distress my friend Crawl like a spider on flesh Your tied, your thirsty, your broken un-worthy Neglected, rejected, your thoughts infected You try take away my pain Over and over again my friend
I drain your thoughts your entity You fee dish life of empathy Your thoughts are black your mind is weak You'll praise my name you shall not speak In vain your bitterness becomes my friend
Infiltrate the still in me Am I god for I worship thee Despair my way necromancy Cursing you is what you made it What you fake it What you want it to be.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
