letra de augustas dead - carrion vael
they put her in the ground, augusta’s dead her life’s burnt out
my mother, what will i do? come back come back, to see this through
it must’ve been so very cold, she hung from hooks, the blood ran bold
thick in grain, they all confessed. “he cut her up like a god d-mn dressed fawn”
and on this dawn, a night in h-ll they found their p-wn. a man, whose only plan
to sew the skin of the f-cking dead. ohh mother, i hear thine words. died a heathen on four one
oh lord. finally alone at last… until the sickness takes you
living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl. my fantasy cut them up whole
their skin makes me the fabric that i turn to gold
living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl. my fantasy cut them up whole
their skin makes me the fabric that i turn to gold
i plan to wear your skin. crimson lips a whorish grin. fat with l-st upon my waste
nipple belts to quench my haste
at first the mask ran stiff. upon my lips i ran a crimson strip. to give my mother all that she deserves. i’d cut the flesh right off this god d-mn curse
and here we are, in a jail cell asking how many have i harmed? i got a secret for you
i like em big, i like em peeled, and my mother liked it too
ohh mother, i hear thine words. died a heathen on four one
oh lord. finally alone at last… until the sickness takes you
living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl. my fantasy cut them up whole
their skin makes me the fabric that i turn to gold
living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl. my fantasy cut them up whole
their skin makes me the fabric that i turn to gold
and on this night, the darkness agrees with me
and on this night, it asks to release, in a roar as soft as a whisper
i remember, my sister once said. “control all the darkness.”
no mother, mother would not let you give, not into this sin. no moon light no darkness
but the harlots… these harlots must die
these tramps and their sin, mothers words oh…it reeks over them
32 reasons to wear their skin. p-ssy lips and their v-lv- phlegm
these tramps and their sin, mothers words oh…it reeks over them
32 reasons to wear their skin. p-ssy lips and their v-lv- phlegm
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