Paroles de Mors Ultima Ratio

You fucking bitch I slaughter you, testing all my dark ideas sick shit I'm going down Mors Ultima Ratio Demons dancing around me telling incantations to let me die in my suffering kill me it's too hard You fucked her with no reasons "sorry it was her time to die" perverse tortures you made, fucking hell she's not dead yet you drink her pesky blood as you call it It's time to pay your sick attitude I hope you're not necrophobic, no ways to turn you back Mors Ultima Ratio