Litch کے بول

Damn My skin is turning old It’s hard to behold The decadence of my gold I’ve Spent My whole life in my tower Gathering all my powers Now by time I’m devoured Dust Lust Must I’ve bound my soul to my phylactery Oh my skull face, oh my rib cage My grimy skin falls in dust As I sacrifice my body In exchange of eternity Shit My left arm is necrotic The family ruby amulet Will be the right answer A trap For my soul is the jewel Disrobe me, now I’m not human But a fanatic, so bony and cruel I am the manifestation of the inevitable death of all things I’m the deceiver of life, the thief of time I have escaped the silence of the grave Here is my kingdom, in this cathedral of bones