Rivers Bottom 歌词

My hands around your neck Crushing the life from within your soul As a thought crosses my mind Who is alive? Murderer, my dark angel of god Make me suffer in my eternal hell I will say goodbye to my pride Your eyes turn from blue to gray Like the stale cold winter sky This is the last time i'll have to hear your cries Murderer, my dark angel of god Make me suffer in my eternal hell The hands of a maker, your false creator Your message in a trap! The hands of a maker Take my inhibitions, burn 'em down Learn from decadence Eyes turn from blue to gray from my deception Blacken the eyes of a tyrant Rivers bottoms, take me with you