4.The Mouth Of Hell
Blood spills from your throat, as you lay there helpless and
alone, i'll bury you beneath an ocean of death, descending deep
into the mouth of hell.
Into the mouth of hell.
I suffer a sickness that cannot be healed, dissecting,
dismembering the flesh I peel from your lifeless body, a game in
my own my mind.
My mouth is dripping, a sickening display of my curiosity, I
can't help but finish with a feast of the remains.
From the first taste of blood, I felt eternity.
A presence so vulgar, a presence so sweet.
This fury controls the air I breath.
Dismemberment, my only repreive.
This fury controls the air I breath.
I'll bury you, beneath an ocean of death, descending deep, into
the mouth of hell.
I suffer a sickness that cannot be healed, dissecting,
dismembering the flesh I peel from your lifeless body, a game in
my own mind.
I'll bury your beneath an ocean of death, descending deep, into
the mouth of hell.
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