letra de funeral, swords and souls - old man's child
i proclaim the victim’s fall
now i shudder by the sight of you
crucified by my nails
you hunger by my hammer
born in pity, so raised in pity
and grown to be what’s weak
suffering beneath my blade
as you bend your knees to the dust
voices, spirits and smoke
from the pyre up by the glistering
never more was this seen
in happiness and joy
memorize the ash
beyond the sh-ll
of souls enfolded in blood
raining flat, my hands
sacramental juice from stabbed wounds
born in pity, so raised in pity
and grown to be what’s weak
suffering beneath my blade
as you bend your knees to the dust
voices spirits and smoke
from the pyre up by the glistering
never more was this seen
in happiness and joy
despise it. i do
the rise of mankind
seen by time, all the years that went by
the rumbling of the night-thunder
witnessed the stoning
letras aleatórias
- letra de to you - baxter [se]
- letra de spikedeath (death by spikes) - visceral attack
- letra de laika - yantra
- letra de choose me up - bryan benner
- letra de infarkt duše - sloba radanović
- letra de pricey - j. cole & ari lennox
- letra de i'll never tell - blu detiger
- letra de на самом деле (actually) - za mesyac
- letra de vanille - sant (deu)
- letra de husaria - lux perpetua