Paroles de Hostile

In enjoyment of nocturnal deathcocaine I strike the strings of inexorable malevolence And your head as a padded throphy I devise Any pore of your disgusting skin is HOSTILE Any inch between me and you is HOSTILE All effluvia of your wretched body remain HOSTILE Eternal delirium of necroviolence HOSTILE Blood seeps out of my clenched fists Immense wrath is rising, necrosadistic desire I need lots of iron to mistreat your flesh properly