الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Not a matter of mastery over mortality
But mastery over the immortal state!
Torn… in… side… out!!!
Seeking blood through a forsaken path,
To fill the needs of a long dead heart,
The fiend is jerking of like a pervert child
As the stars shine upon is bizarre smile!…
Smilling of hideous pleasure!!!
A poor vessel comes across its gaze,
His lifeless eyes…
Like shinning diseased pearls…
A beast reveals!…
In a painful venomous kiss
It leaves it's victims near icy death
For a childish call inside it's undead heart
Hungers for a new experience in the fleshcraft art!…
Its vessel's, yet living, flesh
Breathes the suffocating air
As the skin gets lost in the carnal mess
That fills the fiend's lair…
Torn inside out!!!
The fiend, fantasying, rips of the fuckin' head
And starts fistfucking,
Fistfucking,
Fistfucking…
The bloody neck!!!
