What Fresh Hell
Inglés

Letra de What Fresh Hell

ÁlbumTentacles of Whorror
Año2004
GéneroMetal
Duración4:24
Idioma originalInglés
Vistas310
AaLectura
Tamaño 18

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Take wings at Midnight, Under glimpses of a uncertain Moon Her thoughts become scarcely human, They infest and cloud her mind And she longs for this rotting ill, And the grim bolt of her king She waits in bestial desire to meet her master's last words "Do you think I would except just any soul willing to give itself to mine power... I torture and chastise you to ripen you for mine embrace... Taking wings at midnight"

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