Besedila: Acid Bath. Paegan Terrorism Tactics. New Corpse.

[Dax: Check. I need more gain.]

The pagan flames burn through the night

Everything's mine

Blackness my whore I bleed the light

Everything's mine

I know my time is coming soon

Everything's mine

Miles of bone lay on the ground

It's all mine

In remembrance of warmth would you shit on me?

I am the new corpse paling beneath the shade tree

You can't give me what I need

Picking at scabs with ambition to bleed

You're mine

The war machine moves forward lifeless

Everything's mine

We feed larvae with the blood of our martyrs

Everything's mine

We burn the flames of the funeral carnival

Everything's mine

I am death walking up in a coffin

It's all mine

I eat the eyes and pray to see

the emptiness inside of me

I eat the brain and pray to know

anarchy of fallen angels

I want to be the enemy


The hero is dead

I put the newest hole in his head

I want to be the enemy

The hero is dead

I put the newest hole in his head

Bleed for me, we were born dead

I want to be the enemy

The hero is dead

I put the newest hole in his head

I want to be the enemy

The hero is dead

I put the newest hole in his head

Bleed for me, we were born dead,

dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

Falling chunks of flesh

Ejaculating sickness

Everything's mine

Shit lord, scum God swallow me whole

Everything's mine

I am death waking up in a coffin

Everything's mine

Your new corpse is beauty

Dying on the inside

It's all mine...

Mine.