Testo di Crowned In Martyrmony

in years, in these bloody days that weights fall from a leaden sky the scales are tilt the plates are filled with feasts of suffering there is enough ice to go around there will be enough ice for every last speckled man rest assured you will freeze into a wide eyed and forever old cube until every day is blue crossed in ice nowaday's red reich will embrace me find me and chalk me up for a thousand more doses additional pins be grateful we suffer for every man