Song | Legions of Ruination |
Artist | Rose Funeral |
Album | Gates of Punishment |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Rot through the skin. Deep within is where they cut and scythe. | |
Bleed them out. They spill about. One by one they end a life. | |
Hacking, they butchered them malevolently. Extirpate. Annihilate. | |
Bring forth unholy. | |
Amputation is done by singularity. | |
The fixation on the cold body enlightens me. | |
Draining blood. I cut. I splice. I slash. I dice the skin. | |
Untouched. They pray I stop, but I start to begin. |