Brandishing the scepter, of an unholy curse Undead fiend, who walks the earth Gripped by the vision of death alive Warped by the thirst for the liquid of life Shrouded in the dark of night, I am holy in the flow Blood geysers blood spray blood spatters blood flow Feeding from the source, vagrant thirst can never cease Swirling in a mist of crimson, frothing in the blood release
A maniac unleashed Filthy with the spray of gore Soaked straight to the bone Sanguiniac of blood and gore
Wallowing in buckets of the sinister spill Arterial blossoms lifted from the Kill Vomiting in ecstatic fury I am holy in the flow
Blood rain, blood river Blood gushing, blood flow Pulsating sensation rending appetite Quenched but for a moment at the incept of my bite
Brandishing the scepter, of an unholy curse Undead fiend, who walks the earth I need to renew, I need to survive The only way is to consume the liquid of life!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
