Blood everywhere Screams of terror in the basement Glittering Lnives, sharp I feel the smell of death
Sharpening the cold blade I feel the look of desperation Last cry for life Faded in the Domus Mortem
Skinning the victim alive With careful not to kill him The smell of blood intoxicates me The screams sound like music
Wearing your skin moist and warm In desperation the victim watches me I leave him bleed to death His grave will be the Domus MortemTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
