I am the scar forever cut into your skin I am the living born dead Your just a fucking used up hole (Sent back to the shadows) Cauterized dead and bloated
am the scar forever cut into your skin I am the living born dead Your just a fucking used up hole (Sent back to the shadows) Cauterized dead and bloated
, gold from the truth of grief, One thousand times to be born, one thousand times you will crucified The old woman is still wail for the dead, the old
to pervert But poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories That sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn As votive offerings to an England
die their infant sacrifice - I offer unto thee merciless, bitter and cold - like an autumn breeze pluto come and ascend - lord of one dead! king of
to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England
