The Perverted Beast 歌词

Cries echo in the halls of the dead Left in the shadows of loneliness The cold walls of madness Staring at you with eyes of retaliation Looking back at memories forgotten Feel the anguish return A forsaken place without opportunities Unlock the gate to passionate pain A wound that nourish the evil inside Believe the illustrator of the peverse Obey the outer range of depravity Brought back from hell, the taste of life reborn Looking back at memories, forgotten Feel the anguish return A forsaken place without opportunities Savage spirits haunting my half done soul Angry at the awkward place Where they have been left A statue carved from explores of the dark Endure the true suffering in this paradox Cries echo in the halls of the dead Left in the shadows of loneliness Believe the illustrator of the peverse Obey the outer range of depravity Slipped through the hands of the Guardians of the perverted beast Brought back from hell, the taste of life reborn Slipped through the hands of the Guardians of the perverted beast