Disease X کے بول

Always death He says His mind bends in mysterious Ways Always death he craves Thoughts of throwing himself Into the flames Always death Always death Always death Always death Always death Always death I need you to nurse me Lay your ivory hands on me Ressurect the dead Cast upon Thy sorcery Always death Always death Always death I need you to nurse me Lay your ivory hands on me Ressurect the dead Cast upon Thy sorcery