Genius of perversity, a source of the sublime A touch of hell, a pleasurous pain that eternally lie Dreadful form, synonymous with flesh A lair that never ceases, claws that drags me out
Rise, from crawling on all fours In pleasure and in pain I gasp for air Sifting the scent of renewal Overshadowed by the oneness, the dignity that burnt
Branded by the mark of the beast I ride with the wicked, victorious and with triumph at hand I tread the thorn clad paths, in torrid hate I lead to ruin, with an abysmal stare I long for decay, my wounds bleeds black
Branded... I fall... in ugly patters Rise...again...in mental turmoil... to suck you dry Branded...
Enter the realms of hell I ride with the wicked, victorious and with triumph at hand I tread the thorn clad paths, in torrid hate I lead to ruin, with an abysmal stare I long for decay, my wounds bleeds black
Branded... I fall... in ugly patters Rise...again...in mental turmoil... to suck you dry Branded...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
