Paroles de Mary Wispers Of Death

Dreams of the murdering art Mary see through the eyes of the dying Hear their screams, horror seed wrapped in human skin, entangled in pain She wishes she will never dream again opening the chest, heart beats cease blade so sharp, head and shoulders cut apart Dreams from the underworld Dreams of a murders art Tempted by blood, Bleed for me, close your eyes and let my knife set your soul free A new victim lay by the killers feet, See the dying vision a pittyful pray for existance Death bringer enrich her horror world Dreams from the underworld Dreams of a murders art Tempted by blood, Bleed for me, close your eyes and let my knife set your soul free Murder - the beginning of her end blood - of the deceased soul - cleansed by victims weep Dying - Before her feet tears forced by pain cut them up and drink from their veins