long at night i feel so cold black purity in my heart as i grow old fuck your life spitting hatred let darkness grow bile putrid guts are mold fuck life to kill hope in the end left always none spit at face of existance and there is no return for puny weaklings spitting hate let darkness grow body parts grow high shine light no more from a stench that i breathe break the shrines again and there is no return for puny weaklings this is when it will be done on this night black breath upon me long at night he has no way my hate will be conquered the journey over time has been reborn into the end that you continue to see bodies spread in piles stench starts to grow should you see or witness the end tonight i am at one skys cleansed in blood dead under the winter fullmoon under fullmoon in the night know the depths of my blight why do you feel piles of humans wasted give in to death cold. to feel entrapped, from birth bodies no longer stand so tallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
