Ever heard of What they talk about in scorn Never seen or felt Though real and suspiciously dormant
Unknown and hidden In a dimension Nobody will ever reach As a dimly eluded dream Like buried in oblivion
My evilness rests beside Between that sort of vivid flesh Almost rotten, nearly septic
So unknown but still attendant Waiting to be resurrected Once it was so great In its magnificence So glorious, so real
Unknown and hidden In a dimension Nobody will ever reach I am waiting to arouse it
My evilness comes from beyond Manifesting itself by that sort of flesh Almost rotten, nearly septic It has always been there Always been thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
