Cowardice Songtext
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Cowardice Songtext
I detest the awful day when you was born
Your mind, your soul, genetically deformed
The nature struck back with a fatal mistake
In witness where of what Hell can create
Darkside of the mocking curse
Fervent love, your pet averse
Thousands bludgeoned lives
Dastardly cowardice
Cowardice
A freezing touch
Cowardice
Bloody embrace
Innocent blood adorns your raping hands
Importunity and lewdness systematically planned
Predominant signs that we have to demon
Are deeply engraved in yourself to go on
Darkside of the mocking curse
Fervent love, your pet averse
Thousands bludgeoned lives
Dastardly cowardice
Cowardice
A freezing touch
Cowardice
Bloody embrace
The crunch of the dawn, victims were found
Salvation in their eyes
Instinctive urge, tremendous search
Deranged and paralyzed
Virginal flesh, summon the death
Perception really numb
A horrible man, the beautiful maid
And then your purge is done
Dewy-eyed trusting and kissing the rods
Offering hands to the snapping dogs
Praying to God everyday for his scorn
Why didn′t your mother get killed before?
Darkside of the mocking curse
Fervent love, your pet averse
Thousands bludgeoned lives
Dastardly cowardice
Cowardice
A freezing touch
Cowardice
Bloody embrace
Why didn't your mother get killed before?
Your mind, your soul, genetically deformed
The nature struck back with a fatal mistake
In witness where of what Hell can create
Darkside of the mocking curse
Fervent love, your pet averse
Thousands bludgeoned lives
Dastardly cowardice
Cowardice
A freezing touch
Cowardice
Bloody embrace
Innocent blood adorns your raping hands
Importunity and lewdness systematically planned
Predominant signs that we have to demon
Are deeply engraved in yourself to go on
Darkside of the mocking curse
Fervent love, your pet averse
Thousands bludgeoned lives
Dastardly cowardice
Cowardice
A freezing touch
Cowardice
Bloody embrace
The crunch of the dawn, victims were found
Salvation in their eyes
Instinctive urge, tremendous search
Deranged and paralyzed
Virginal flesh, summon the death
Perception really numb
A horrible man, the beautiful maid
And then your purge is done
Dewy-eyed trusting and kissing the rods
Offering hands to the snapping dogs
Praying to God everyday for his scorn
Why didn′t your mother get killed before?
Darkside of the mocking curse
Fervent love, your pet averse
Thousands bludgeoned lives
Dastardly cowardice
Cowardice
A freezing touch
Cowardice
Bloody embrace
Why didn't your mother get killed before?
Writer(s): Thomas Such Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com