I hear flowing lava here in this freezing dawn... there is a deficiency of mercy (and) an efficiency of heresy after all these years im underneath the fire this is the molten mourning just another pyre in the red glowing...chasing the blinding opal in the red glowing...smoked out in the pristine chamber who would dare spit in the face of destruction? these butchers are just hallucinations so understand this: I have no problem stepping on a heart if it pollutes my haven So let me sleep! or ill strike down with the hammer on the last nail in the coffin ...the needle is pinned...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
