Текст песни Dead Infection - Tribe Of The Glutinous Tissue
Dead Infection - Tribe Of The Glutinous Tissue слова песни
Look into the life, tissue is workingGlutinous carrion creats a tribeLord of plasm build the kingdomSpit out your soul on the bloody crossHard to digest, a while of silenceYou`re bleeding glutinous doseLike a priest you`re prayingBreathless, new dead lifeLord of plasm, lord of tribethe sign of sweet sufferingSave your mind, hide yourselfin the dead place with a chance to survivePiercing scream from your tracheaSuicidal cry of the rotten fleshDeadly pain, buring veinsGlutinous ghost takes your soulTribe of the glutinous tissueIt`s no fun being lord of plasmTribe of the glutinous tissueIt`s no fun being hard to digest