slayer
Sleep in your chains, while I cut trough your veins
I won’t leave a spot, covered in blood
I don’t belong, I don’t regret
Only what I want is your death
I search for my forgotten words
Hidden in letters to me, written backwards
Find the spirit, smashing and killing
Only for pleasure and fulfilling
Make me believe, I’m the thieve
I steel while you lay asleep
I take souls, steal from you
Find your eyes, stab them trough
Seek for death, in your eyes
Need your blood, shout your cries
I don’t belong, I don’t regret
I only search for, death.
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 december 2005 | ||
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