Текст песни Catacomb

Dreamtime linen Dragging tremor Shadows eat all i remember Silver gazerobotic Engine pulse narcotic Saw her from the cockpit just before the missle hit Black-winged angels calling down they are coming to your town Chiseled leatherface technician Barometric Detonator Slabs of fat piled in the kitchen Mother is a trator Baboo in the roses Border in our sight Eclipse never fades Flame consumes the night Cold grey stone to cheek Touchwish pressure seek Wounded beast in gutted crescent An evil past A hollow present We will know where you have been We can smell your starving sin