Pulsate Stagnant Pus Carves Dying Flesh Brutal Filth Reeks Of Rot Layered Disgust Undead Pawn Made To Decimate [Solo: Pat O'Brien] Carrion Sculpted
Cold eyes of fire talk to me Stillborn desire in the air I breathe In our wanton spirits I read Closure, nauseating rites A face and heart I heed Unprecedented
Severed hearts pulsate stagnant pus Carves dying flesh Brutal filth reeks of rot Layered disgust Undead pawn made to decimate Carrion sculpted entity
Come forth from the void beyond the stars From the blackened shores Thee arrive Thou art ov Gods, yet supreme above them all Thou art mocked and blessed
you? Stairs to the sky Of a black forest ride. Whispers float Frightening my bones Like empty words Like a maniac noise. My soul could be Sculpted
all for I am continual let me reign as a god among slaves! Io Khepesh! Io Nubti! Io Akhakh! Io Simai! [lead: Nergal] [lead: Seth] ["Sculpting the
Cold eyes of fire Talk to me Stillborn desire In the air I breathe In our wanton spirits I read Closure, Nauseating rites A face and heart I heed Unprecedented
Tradução: Behemoth. La escultura Seth Ov Trono.
Tradução: Dies Irae. Esculpida en piedra.
yourself You're already set in stone Sculpt this like its your last You walk through this coffin now The one that you built yourself You're already set in stone Sculpt
: Might and Lust mine work No trust is for man Father of unholy damnation light rewarding assistance for an ended life To every living worm Writing
: Walking alone with a tempting grin to follow the voice that guides a small frown. Sobs echo past these blinded eyes and deny me of my happiness. Dismal
: Awaken my soul and open my eyes. Show me the journey and feed my mind. Take me away to lands of green. Forever falling through Gods black veil. Darker
: A moonlit breeze softly flows past the ancient night. Always calling out to the saints who hear nothing. Never to see the royality of age, and the
