اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A barren wasted tomb
Where I subsist my mournful soul
Through a haunted habit
That slipped into oblivion
This is no obnoxious deed
It is my only need to live
The dead I’ve forgotten
Now I cut them up to feed
A stinging thrust pierced through the chest
Dissects the perfect pale skin
As the urge to feast bursts through my veins
One simply could not resist
And as the urge to feast burns through my veins
One simply could not resist
This urge is unbearable
To feast upon the flesh of your breathing carcass
This demon of corruption
Nestless in my soul
It whispers in the daylight
Redirects me through nightfall
On that dreadful nightfall
I tore your limbs apart
I felt the warmth of your entrails
Washed down my throat
This demon of corruption
Nestless in my soul
It whispers through daylight
Redirects me through nightfall
