Jacko's horrors burn the ancient heavens. The fear before the march of flames. Cities and civilizations are helpless and leprous. The red-limbed angel seizing in horror the last trumpet of doom.
Build a funeral pire. A monstrosity unto the lord. The healty are secluded and the loved propagated leave them as a branch to be burned.
For the female's love from deepest hell. I strave the gardens of wisdom, became filled with grave...
In the end, what have we to show?
But the light of a dying fire or the toxicslaughter's glow burning from the funeral pyre.
In the end, what have we to show? But a dying fire, embers glow
Today...
Zombies bring down teh last wall standing atop the splintered furniture, the mangled.
Memories...
Push the wreckage into a neat pile. Gasoline and matches to a lifetime ablaze with a ticket to hell, bury you into a majestic dowfall.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.