Traduzione: Macellazione. Tortured Souls.
bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark..." * Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul
leave you to starve and even bring you to total silence ...for once For I find no pleasure in your physical pain I want your christian soul to crumble Your fucking soul
There's something in my mind I don't know what it is it calls from inside, i don't know I get out from my bed with a scream in my head it's a voice i
Fanatic for religion Alone with holy images She consumes eagerly Gospels and prayers Her mind deforms the real Your fanatism hits your soul Screams invade
track] Fanatic for religion Alone with holy images She consumes eagerly Gospels and prayers Her mind deforms the real Your fanatism hits your soul Screams
La tristeza nos derroto nos hundimos sin saber no quisiera continuar con una llaga en mi corazon Silenciosa como el mar poco a poco me fui de ti te
You decided to leave the misery behind, take a chance in the dark beyond. You've just pick up the pieces and dissapear, the torture forever ate your soul
takes time to build the body and the mind She reclines 9 months Then finally its time What do we find? A little growning boy of mine with a tortured soul
Penny for your thoughts an insight into your demise What was it like to see the world through your tormented eyes Would we find a tortured soul if we'
TORTURE I SEE IT EATING ME ALIVE I FEEL IT BURNING ME FROM INSIDE SOOTHING OUR SELFISH THOUGHTS I'M EMPTY IN BODY AND SOUL NO LONGER ALIVE, DANCING STILL
that never grew The silhouettes, burned across the midnight sky You won't live to see my hatred die I'll rip your heart straight from your chest My tortured soul
if your game is respected come as you are radio star drown out the hatred with a rhyme, an electric guitar dispatched when rap shattered the glass of radio access may we turn some soul
Infernal flames soothe my condemned soul, as torture becomes lust Burning flesh becomes a painful pleasure in the bowels of the abyss Blessed by damnation
day Will your weak soul forgive me? Of course not you master of hypocrisy I'll pray for your pain Tortured by the burnt heretics Shoot the pope
where tie is tortured where suns and moons are pitch black where demons fear the darkness where cold is death mystic god unholy wars no honour in death
torture roars inside of me now you will die the whirlwinds of your destiny feel the blade of fire as it cuts your mortal soul fragile souls yet blessed