Groza III Songtext
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Groza III Songtext
Now, I′ve become death
Crawling, slithering
Along the edge
Shattered splinters
Frozen in an eruption of light
Craving for stench of divine rot
Scratching the bare core of hideous truth
Wherewith shall it be received
When the soulless precious vessel lies ruined and lost?
Now, I've become death
Pierced by those signals
Of transcendence
Right at the five minutes of salvation
The bitter blood of the lamb
Shattered grace, ashen virtue
The horror, the horror
A precious jewel of his making
The horror
And as the light embraces the wanderer
As knees bend, as thought is obliterated
With the very moment that ressistance has ceased
Now, I′ve become death, the enemy of man
Crawling, slithering
Along the edge
Shattered splinters
Frozen in an eruption of light
Craving for stench of divine rot
Scratching the bare core of hideous truth
Wherewith shall it be received
When the soulless precious vessel lies ruined and lost?
Now, I've become death
Pierced by those signals
Of transcendence
Right at the five minutes of salvation
The bitter blood of the lamb
Shattered grace, ashen virtue
The horror, the horror
A precious jewel of his making
The horror
And as the light embraces the wanderer
As knees bend, as thought is obliterated
With the very moment that ressistance has ceased
Now, I′ve become death, the enemy of man
Writer(s): Mikołaj żentara Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com