Tekster:
A Black Rose Burial

acts of devilry birthing hatred in symmetry the lamias sing to the hymn of suffering deceased mark a trail beheaded and impaled our brethren fall deep in frost a

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for its the last clouded eyes will walk their way into the knife of a vengeance embraced a relentless assault upon the wicked hearts a relentless

for our fucking heads twitching bastard torsos crawl up your legs the contorted dead parade organs on the streets the scene is grim a feast bathed

acts of devilry birthing hatred in symmetry the lamias sing to the hymn of suffering deceased mark a trail beheaded and impaled our brethren fall deep in frost a

Fly for the door I can taste those glands of fear you extract yourself as I still draw near a target fixated on your face so closed casket

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