Paroles de Reforming (Cold Limbs)

From my sleep of rotting pain Torment squirming inside Gnawing of the parasites This hunger must be fed Once again cold limbs move To rip the warmth desired Suck the necks of headless ones Transfuse their fucking life Dead flesh has filled with breath Living apparition hungers for death To my bones rotting flesh clings This is not death, but a reforming Amidst the others i walk free I cannot fulfill their need Schadenfreude, feeding death The sickness starts to breed