Тексты песен Abyss

Graze the skin with my finger tips The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means Provocative images delicate features so smooth A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon CHORUS Dance with the de

... my evil soul with {hope} ... arise, prince of darkness ... burning {emb}ers of fire ... blood from {...}s Eternal darkness ... of {hadeshate} ...burst of Satan's mayhem ...arise or suicide Gaze in