Oh leath on me punishment of loss Strip thee thy senses before I am to cross Where worn dieth not and fire not be quenched Shall y soul forever now in hell be spent Removeth from me all that giveth cheer So I may face then all the things that I worst fear Alloeth me to toil an endless pain Without the threat of blister in its burning flames Laeth on my punishment of loss Strip thee thy sense before I am to cross Will endurement to the heirs of shame Forbear torment to those who fear thy name Take way sensation so I can't perceive When plagued with wretched unrelent in misery Remove from me all bring on my delight When under wrath and in the sentencing of spite Let not to suffer as be the accursed May it not my bleeding that satisfy your thirst Though it is so I am of the condemned Impenitent as I am to meet my dying endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
