Besedila: Terror. House Of Hell (Ringworm).

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Heartless, this well of souls, is black and bottomless, i feel my blood boil over, emotionless and cold, it keeps on pushing me, seeing red, until i finally reach my threshold, i feel nothing, sweet embrace of pain, rites of passage only scars remain, you own me now, my mind a vessel for your will, this house of hell inside my head is screaming, here and there, bought and sold, you left my feelings cold, in this house of hell the blood is raining down, its raining down, its raining down, in this house of hell