paroles de chanson Night of Cannibal - Fyrce Muons

This nothingness
This following bitter days of the crawl of the soul
Rage of tense slake
Violence is seize in eyes that take

When you can't move and the saint belied
With the eight screws and the nice surprise
When I can't move to the sink to die
From a dark smell of the nice surprise
I see these in the lies of eyes

I am deep goat in a cell street
And the air is cold
And the sun she peeps
And the day grieves
And sun through the eyes of a pauper becomes a cannibal singing your moan

The night away
The knife forseen
The night of cannibal

The night can fly
The sound can cry
The night of cannibal