Paroles de Famine Pulse

Crush this crumbling shell of man Break the seal of this dog earth Enrage the dormant monger of war Scourge and burn, no term of grace I survey the cursing plague wall I wear scars of war ignition I am he who eats the time thrall I shall doom the gods with famine pulse Weaving skin of wreckage and decay Through engulfing duskfall dementia Passed the gates and to the death Below the earth and to the heart Graven be the signs, wicked be the ways Chronic soulside sickness Flesh that's born and raised for slaughter Dead of winter, dead of night All the world, pray unto me