Someone's following me. In the shadows they hide. They're just biding their time. To feast upon my flesh.
WE HAVE SUCH SIGHTS TO SHOW YOU...
Hell's not what you make of it, All locked doors, no secrets kept. Demons whisper unto me "Oh what sights, we'll have you see!" Their hooks and chains begin to dig. Searing flesh, my tendons rip. Toymaker's puzzle, the last I see, As I now endure sweet suffering.
Tear my soul apart. Fill me with your blood... (YOUR BLOOD!) It tastes so sweet: Liquid Heaven. Pleasures of the flesh so unbecoming... Make me whole again... CONFIGURE MY LAMENT!
On hell's wings the fiery angels fly through the fire into the dead of night. A paradox of souls encumbered with knowledge of the darkest visions. Curating blood and licking sweet: the restless souls to proud to sleep. One twist, one turn, you've made your call... YOU'VE SUMMONED HELL AND WE'VE ANSWERED!
(Solo: S. Oliver)
Here we stand at the gates. We are all reborn. With a demonic mind. And I'm here to take your souls...
Hell's not what you make of it, All locked doors, no secrets kept. Demons whisper unto me "Oh what sights, we'll have you see!" Their hooks and chains begin to dig. Searing flesh, my tendons rip. Toymaker's puzzle, the last I see, As I now endure sweet suffering.
Tear my soul apart. Fill me with your blood... (YOUR BLOOD!) It tastes so sweet: Liquid Heaven. Pleasures of the flesh so unbecoming... Make me whole again... CONFIGURE MY LAMENT!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
