lips Because likewise I die, I kill Crimson vision, inspiration Now it is time to ink my pen And to summon my last strength To write my requiem Covered
my lips because likewise I die I kill Crimson vision, inspiration now it is time to ink my pen and to summon my last strenght to write my requiem Covered
译文: 巴托里. 安魂曲.
: Burning limbs and deformed steel The shells cuts through the sky The corpses fills the the endless fields It's shoot to kill or die The gas pours
: The altar covered in lifegiving cum the smell of forever running wet cunts Flesh and sweat dancing bare limbs around the fire the sound of clashing
: Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ Forgive my fuckin' head It's full of doubts and questions Did you really raise the dead? Are you really so pathetic That
: System the crocked cross the code yellow star machinery of death will grind the trains keep on rolling both nearby and far the cargo is of Abrahams
: Now that the virgin bitch breastfeads death and the winds smell strong of the dragons breath And all the stars fall down like fuckin' rain of fire
: Kill me! I am but a fuckin' livin' dead Help me! I am goin' outta this damn head Crazy! I can't stand the agony and aich A helpless fuckin' vegetable
: Trembling soft skin wrapping shuddering warm flesh blood pulsating through the veins Tool insertion science not perversion the end result justifies
: The crucifix in flames The house of God burned down to the ground A symbolic action of defiance Brought palace of lies down Refusal to acknowledge
Now that the virgin bitch breastfeads death and the winds smell strong of the dragons breath And all the stars fall down like fuckin' rain of fire there
The altar covered in lifegiving cum the smell of forever running wet cunts Flesh and sweat dancing bare limbs around the fire the sound of clashing
The crucifix in flames The house of God burned down to the ground A symbolic action of defiance Brought palace of lies down Refusal to acknowledge the
System the crocked cross the code yellow star machinery of death will grind the trains keep on rolling both nearby and far the cargo is of Abrahams kind
Trembling soft skin wrapping shuddering warm flesh blood pulsating through the veins Tool insertion science not perversion the end result justifies
Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ Forgive my fuckin' head It's full of doubts and questions Did you really raise the dead? Are you really so pathetic That
