Paroles de Demand

Manipulate the beast, serving, control Swallow the praise of dirt Salvation for me There is no such thing as salvation Chaos supreme... Cut out my tongue, and I will tell you the truth It grabs me, it makes me remember the devil... The curse stands as a monument In time, forever... These are the skulls of tomorrow Kill... fade away And once again I use my knife, This time I cut your bone. Your flesh falls to the ground. Your blood hits my eyes. I crawl inside your head, bringing out your dead. Watch them cry 22 days of struggle. Praise, fight, desire, demand And we bring you the glory The throne will never fall... No longer dead. Manipulate the beast Serving, control Swallow the praise of dirt Salvation for me And we bring you the glory The Throne will never fall No longer dead