I saw that flesh My scars are dead gods I smell skins of hell My cross is going down I feel chaos mass here My sight is black ash By those eyes, I fall in hate Eyes of sin, are closer here Like winter mire, I fall in fire Scars of dead gods, are fresh Like those eyes, of fragile son Dirty screams, inside my throat are come Come with, this deep nails Into my will War of orphaned flesh destroy that faith War of pagans flood Destroy that name Name of slaves, that we are Slaves of shame Slaves of fear Slaves of pain Of meaningless shame
I saw that flesh My scars are dead gods I smell skins of hell My cross is going down I feel chaos mass here My sight is black ashTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
