Текст песни Abaddon Incarnate - The Sharing Of Thoughts With The Dead
Abaddon Incarnate - The Sharing Of Thoughts With The Dead слова песни
Starlight filters through the treesI am rapt in twisted taughtI wander to the ancient tomb amidst the stinking fogBeneath the moon upon a tomb entranced in a black dazeI seek forbidden truths that lie beyond the graveDark minds were born to sufferBeneath the lies of the white ChristBe free among the dead ancientsMind meld with the unholy rotSometimes I hear them moaning deep within their vaultsStarving, lonely, pathetic bastards infected with the rotBut if I spend long enough in this morbid tranceThey begin to see my magic and I become their God