Tortures Of The Damned کے بول

Wings of death Carry them away The sky is black For the tortured prey Filled with sorrow Laugh in disgust Cry with hate Determine their fate Slugs of cold flesh fill the air Waiting to be worked on by the hands of doom As the embalmer cries at what he sees The eerie surroundings; no one leaves Trapped between life and death as your soul begs for mercy The demons of air and night find the light for your time Tonight Tortures of the Damned Die! Tortures of the Damned Die! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Autopsy cremation, land of lust Burning flesh fills the air Showing no mercy, no lives to spare