Текст (слова) песни: Deeds Of Flesh - Sense Of The Diabolic
What plagues the brain To drive a clever child Into what we see As a threat to society Plucking his victims From the veins of the city An endless supply Of new desires Fill the craving for A sense of the diabolic
The killers of killers
Slumped the mangled body Up against a tree Like a hunched over scarecrow In a fetal position
During torture Trussed up like a hog In the blackness of the forest Screamings unheard
Gagging on dirt Packed deep into the lungs Eyes branded, have no color Cornesa engraved Random incisions sliced deep Through the muscle exposing bones
What plagues the brain To drive a clever child Into what we see As a threat to society Plucking his victims From the veins of the city An endless supply Of new desires Fill the craving for A sense of the diabolic
During torture Trussed up like a hog In the blackness of the forest Screamings unheard The killers of killers
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