Sarcófago - Piercings lyrics
[Sarcófago - Piercings lyrics]
The torment of a cursed and distorted soul
Voluptuous desires came from his mind
A slow death to the victims
Is the reason of his life
Mrs death is his every day mate
Await's, the gift of this bad joke
First cut being done in piercing rites
But a hundred sticks will not satisfy
Cult of insanity agonizing child
Losing her blood before she dies
Screams of agony echoing all corners
The torment of a cursed and distorted soul
You see, my darling i'm the one who won
Don't leave me now the party has just begun!
Voluptuous desires cam from his mind
A slow death to the victims
Is the reason of his life
Mrs death is his every day mate
Await's, the gift of this bad joke
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