Spiritus Mortis

Kishore Kumar Hits — Spiritus Mortis - Robe of Ectoplasm текст песни

Исполнитель: Spiritus Mortis

альбом: The Year is One

I dreamt of death
In all of the different forms
I was proud to hear
Death's call
Burning cunt
Tastiest wine
Nothing can bring me
Back to life
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I need fever, I need all the lust
All the old age and all the dust
I need visions
I need sights
I need cramps
Delusional nights
Sweat, cold sweat, cold sweat
Sweat, cold sweat, cold sweat
Rapture in the resonance, horns of the holy mountain
Under the flick of the switch, going against the grain
I loom beneath
The waving feathers of darkness
I remain in silence
And watch as the pale knight rises
I find my pleasures
In the withering flowers, or fresh graves
I have no fear inside
Just deep gasps of black and purple haze
Dying fathoms of the heavens underneath
Robe of ectoplasm running down my cheek
My secret love for the dead
After you're gone, I come standing by your bed

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