In Embers of Infernal Greed
I admire the spiritual force of evil
A pure supreme instinction in survival
Never underestimate the powers of hatred
When the blackness' overwhelming
With a hostile image against all living
The splendid visions of malignant breeding
The dominion on earth shall return to the beast
As the darkside awaits the capture and feast
With dark surrounding illusion
Possession is a passion, simplicity is intuitive
Native forces of violent misery
The soil in a mans heart is stonier
In stench of rot and sour ground
The obedient fall into cruelty
Where all arts of life shall be undone
A madness wells up in me
As I swallow the pain
In the shell of the beast
Where unbounded evil reign
In abhorrence Dementia
A pure supreme instinction in survival
Never underestimate the powers of hatred
When the blackness' overwhelming
With a hostile image against all living
The splendid visions of malignant breeding
The dominion on earth shall return to the beast
As the darkside awaits the capture and feast
With dark surrounding illusion
Possession is a passion, simplicity is intuitive
Native forces of violent misery
The soil in a mans heart is stonier
In stench of rot and sour ground
The obedient fall into cruelty
Where all arts of life shall be undone
A madness wells up in me
As I swallow the pain
In the shell of the beast
Where unbounded evil reign
In abhorrence Dementia
Losowe piosenki:
O' Happy Day
Till Linnéa Via Leonard Cohen
Satisfied
Tiere
World in My Eyes
Sucker Punch
Just Be Good to Me
The Professional
Yer Devil Ways
40 Years