in your misery This waiting it seems, for so long I've yearned to see the burning flesh of your humanity Your withering flesh, I've longed to see May
your misery This waiting it seems, for so long I've yearned to see the burning flesh of your humanity Your withering flesh, I've longed to see May you
Fordítás: Morbid Angel. Curse A Flesh.
I am the god of gods Master of the arts I desecrate the chaste Writhe in the flesh Blasphemy Chant the blasphemy Mockery of the messiah We curse the
I am the god of gods Master of the arts I desecrate the chaste Writhe in the flesh Blasphemy Chant the blasphemy Mockery of the messiah We curse
of the Truth, be praised The gift of flesh Was in fact life's curse Although born one in the same In Spirit, but the flesh all too coarse Discord,
dried my tears drained every emotion of my well-worn body which slowly rots and disintegrates The angel smells the stench of slow death disgusted, he disappears into the night I cut my flesh
On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse
sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse
- sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse
fire in strikes of rage flesh is torn by thorns that crown kings effigy of a frozen vision severed of limbs, cast from the bone of angels distinct venomous
