Epitome of Death - text
Wings of darkness, embrace me.
For I am chosen, I am set free.
Killing for pleasure is what I do.
Death, you quench my thirst, I don't care who.
For I am chosen, I am set free.
Killing for pleasure is what I do.
Death, you quench my thirst, I don't care who.
Satisfaction is what I need, a morbid fix.
Murder, my only urge is to murder.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.
Murder, my only urge is to murder.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.
The fear in their eyes, as I sharpen my knife.
Tears and screams, as I take their lives.
There is something inside me, a growing lust.
The relentless urge has become a must.
Tears and screams, as I take their lives.
There is something inside me, a growing lust.
The relentless urge has become a must.
Doomed to a hollow life, I murder for kicks.
Murder, my only urge is to murder.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.
Murder, my only urge is to murder.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.
Reklama
Reklama
Obliteration
- No Cross Left Unturned
- Epitome of Death
- Beyond the Flesh
- The Grotesque
- Obliterate
- Skulls
- Midnight Coffin
- Bonestorm
- Abyss of Corpses
- Re-Animation of the Dead
Reklama
Entrails texty
- 1. Voices
- 2. Bloodhammer
- 3. Death League
- 4. Triumph of the Sinners
- 5. Entrails
- 6. Tales From The Morgue
- 7. In Pieces
- 8. Carved to the Bone
- 9. Cadaverous Stench
- 10. Headless Dawn
