Letra de The King

The church tower has bent I'm standing before you stretched Your bloody spittle you've squirted into me like a drop of poison, how i feel I wish my release My decomposed body trembles on your altar My red liquid starts to run I can't get rid of you My blood is flowing in your mouth forever Everlasting failure - I should go Guarding my wound opened you protect your living nourishment I taste your body feeling the bitterness of your spittle I bless and adore you Darkness