Текст песни BETHLEHEM - Through Stained Touch Of My Nemesis
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Текст песни BETHLEHEM - Through Stained Touch Of My Nemesis
Possibly, unexpectedAllowing a Scorpion thatOf what we still don't knowAnd let it fall in sculptured bloodBy the Swing of his scrotumThe Putatives Grade your pre-judging swoon( )Overflowing bashfully to the view of a Shaved Godin the brutal Darkness of an abandonded Horse eyeA second Scissor obtains admissionover fivefolds of sorrowsand it wasn't just the chaosknitted like clothesThen when a flaming creature did itin the self-chosen dances of deathAnd the Darker ones leadThe Seraphs who hurriedly chase the soundsTo keep back the thoughts of burstingA pissed Eel,Whose effigy steps over the edge of the abyssNo Flames reach meand no one is already thereWhere my death Discords withan Enslaved toy baseNo Nail Shadows tears through the stillnessOf my submissive return home