I have a vision of disfigurement in mind, purely for the goddess that calls for the blood of the vermin that stains her earth, infecting the womb, spreading disease, festering in filth, putrid piles of lies fall from their mouths, soon to be sewn shut.
*Anthony* Crushed within the grip of power, breaking like the sword strikes bone. Our weakness is exposed, we fall to our knees We are nothing more than insects, torn from existence under their rule…
With a sickening grin, I take control of this situation, calling it retribution, the sickening smell of blood stains the air, screams ring out in horror, twisted by my cynical laughter, as the smell of burning flesh fills the air, it fuels my sick desire.
*Anthony* We are nothing more than insects, torn from existence under their rule…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
