5 acessos
Why must you hunt for me / Black fills my thoughts of what you want
Death awaits the fate of all my desires / As you seek control over the
darkened depths of my soul
It's time to plant your seed / Blood of mine becomes the wine that we consume
I rid myself of my only needs / As you impale my mind and become a part of me
MAD. CRAZED. VIOLENT
What have I done / This crucifix holds nothing for me now
Screaming in pain / The heavens watch as I drown
Spirits controlling my mind / Mad crazed and violent
Now possessed I must do thy will / As you speak commands all left to do is die