paroles de chanson Phantoms of Mortem Tales - Old Man's Child
A
burning
lust
for
pleasure
less
desire
A
needless
urge
to
kill
Fearful
thoughts,
a
strength
we
admire
With
hate
that
their
minds
are
fulfilled
Like
tyrants,
living
life
in
wrath
Like
wizards,
vanishing
into
the
dark:
As
black
divine
gods
Born
under
crimson
rain
Taking
lives
in
seductive
ways
Putrefy
the
human
skin
Feeding
the
demons
within
Nailed
to
the
heavenly
cross
You
will
die
with
the
taste
of
dust
Praise
your
demonic
saviour
Erase
your
memories
of
god
Like
wolves,
howling
to
the
night
Like
beasts,
living
beyond
the
light:
As
black
divine
gods
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