Bloodleak کے بول

In my sleep In my depths I'll find the blade I'll find the steep Beloved ones Will fade in dark Rotten dreams Will be left to dust For now Sentence the living Disinter the dead I see manures around And mires ahead Killing in dreams Bleeding in black I wanna smash down the core Of the fester inside A certain bleed will be inciting the foul A certain creed that's leading the black ones Pawl the door with a dozen of bolts And stay outside in the wonderful lifetime