Behold the child of doom stands before you Keep him in your arms Haunt with him your soul
Pain is sweet like cold soft rain Lust is creeping through my veins "kneel” i say to my slaves Pray and hope you will be saved
Pain – sometimes we feel alone Hate – sometimes our heart is stone Sloth – we are the tongue of christ Cruel fate Pale – we are a race undead Greed – the angels dressed in red Shred – sometimes regret is dead The race that bleed
Behold a prince of sins kneels before you Forgive him Molest him Enslave his cyan matterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
