Testo di Die The Death

You arms are many And reaching for And through your finger tips I feel your heart Your eyes are piercing And seeing all And through your tears My soul is calmed Your skin is sallow And clad with blood And through the smoke I come to call Your tongue is red And speaks of thorns And through your spit I am reborn Your neck is hung With a wreath of skulls And through their mouths I sing your praise Your cunt is wet And hurts yourself And through your peak I die the death