A barren wasted tomb where I subsist my mournful soul through a haunted habit that slipped into oblivion
This is no obnoxious deed it is my only need to live the dead I’ve forgotten now I cut them up to feed
A stinging thrust pierced through the chest dissects the perfect pale skin as the urge to feast bursts through my veins one simply could not resist
And as the urge to feast burns through my veins one simply could not resist
This urge is unbearable To feast upon the flesh of your breathing carcass
This demon of corruption nestless in my soul it whispers in the daylight redirects me through nightfall
On that dreadful nightfall I tore your limbs apart I felt the warmth of your entrails washed down my throat
This demon of corruption nestless in my soul it whispers through daylight redirects me through nightfallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
