Текст песни LIMBONIC ART - A Venomous Kiss Of Profance Grace
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Текст песни LIMBONIC ART - A Venomous Kiss Of Profance Grace
The dead speaks to meFrom beyond the graveThat is why my conscience isI`ve buried the dead aliveThe blood of the child is pure nowIn death it gives me life( )The circle is completeBegin another...Dark cold icy deathAs the scorpion stings the minds obsessedA venomous kiss of profane graceAs shades of hatred reignsSilent screams of sufferingI stand in flames of torturingGoddess of flesh hunger and desireGrant me wings of hellish fireKnow that all my creations springFrom blood on the cross in blasphemyI am death the creator of sinAnd of the pure I am the windThe dance of creeping shadows