Writhing on the floor In a pool of your coagulated blood Drowning in a vortex of depression and gore Stricken, you notice the stench of a corpse... Your corpse
There is no air to breath, there is nothing to feel You are not, yet here you are, whilst here is nowhere There is nothing to think, there is no hell to live in Just the agaonizing feeling you last had while in your corpse...
I despised everything life embodied From the deepest place within my core Dead and rotting, yet awake and trapped In the presence of our dark lord I'll enjoy the suffering bestowed upon me Growing my wrath towards mortality I'll morph slowly into the vortex of hate That feeds Lucifer's demons I shall never be None shall ever beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
