3 acessos
The womb of dispair bleeding, infested gestation
Fatal penetration, master's punishment
Nailed, impaled formed as one guttural disgust
Umbilical cord filled with the venomous poison
Feeding the dead
One black hole of malice
Thousand knifes surrounding you
waiting for the kill
Feed it to the snakes
The gates of suffering are opened
Free yourself from the abolishing chains
It is born and it's bound to sodomize
Would you have mercy for your own God? Or
please yourself on the sweetness of
cruelty?
Would you spare Him if you had control?
Or purify your own actions with your claws?
I begged to see this dramatic display of decadence
Collection of echoes sank into the wound
Decorated with silence and suffocate in
its innocence
Separation of the infested unwanted offspring
and it's creator of all Evil
Staind with unconditional violence
Marks of obscured acts