The beak is stained blood red As horror chilling in your neck Gut wrenching smell of blood A horrid putrid grasp
The cold hand of death grabs my soul Envenoming and fills me with his scorn At one with maggots underneath the soil Toxic taste of mud the stomach boils
Your death appears in flesh and bones Paralyzed agonized crawling into sores Your life will end without a bless Thrown in a jellified mess of human flesh
Guilt rips the remains of my rotten soul I pray to god the nightmare to abort This endless torment is not a dream Feeling the bite of the vulture’s beak
Vultures flying across the land Hunting flesh and smelling blood Descending towards earth with no remorseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
