Текст песни Fortune of Torture - Combat

With each twist it's pain, the body refusing
Nerves are inflamed, muscles redoing
Mobility waning, confinement keeps tightening
Constriction of blood, what will each night bring

Paralyzation, like birth is reversing
The mind is dissolving, no learning or nurturing
Immovable now, pain all encompassing
Death will not come, body keeps smoldering

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

Thought is retreating, just breathing and pain
Senses abandoned, way past insane
The point is it's pointless, no way to make changes
The spirit can't break free, life force is contained

The darkness horizon, the sun never sets
Lingers in agony, frozen from death
So far from escape, but close in to taste it
The world needs to end, to go along with it

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

With each twist it's pain, the body refusing
Nerves are inflamed, muscles redoing
Mobility waning, confinement keeps tightening
Constriction of blood, what will each night bring

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you

An empty receptacle
The end won't come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you.