كلمات Sordid

Intoxicate yourself Be drunken without cease Remembrance drifts in the frozen wind The slave of hunger, now enjoy being free Sordid grace In a torn soul Burns the soil Expanding void Fierce flesh left to boil On the bones of my deliverance Stench travels, crawls with the flame Echoing through my mortal shame All the pleasures I might have Sealed as sparks in a dark gem Unleashed as rage Reborn as scorching flames ... eyes inflame the night ... eyes penetrate the light ... behold new forms of life