Testo di Injured By Extrasensorial Communications

Evil faces poject over the walls. Exhaling black smoke. Horror. Bloody nightmare. My corporal levitation afraid to me. The shade of dead people appears. And I can't to scream. Frozen sounds paralizing my body. I look behind. And I can see a crucified body. Rotting. A beautiful witch making me boodoo. I feel the painful nails piercing my torso. Oh, fucking witch. On her ritual. Torturing my spirit and flesh. Witchcraft. But I know too... the secrets of the black arts Now you will suffer unholy witch. Fuck with my sword... Brutal vagina bleeding. Becoming dust. I laugh of you because... No one can destroy me.