It has never been perfect and never will be
Disdainful death I come to demand you
All the life you have stolen, every piece you have taken
I want it now, I wish for it now
You have chosen to be touched by these cold hands,
Indeed
Touched by misery, feel the doom while I embrace you
I am king sadiM, blessed by infection
Every thing and every being will be withered and soiled by me
While you turn your beauty to grimness
I cum on your immaculate white skin
As you lose your faith violently
I have failed again
It seems I soil all I touch, all I've loved
Then could I hate what doesn't exist, doesn't exist... no more?
1 | Iconoclast |
2 | Elegia |
3 | Desde El Umbral |
4 | Distances |
5 | Circos |
6 | Winds Of July |
7 | Timeless Sands |
8 | Alter |
9 | Desintegracion |
10 | Rite |