Текст песни LIMBONIC ART - A Venomous Kiss Of Profance Grace

The dead speaks to me
From beyond the grave
That is why my conscience is
I`ve buried the dead alive

The blood of the child is pure now
In death it gives me life
The circle is complete
Begin another...
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Dark cold icy death
As the scorpion stings the minds obsessed
A venomous kiss of profane grace
As shades of hatred reigns
Silent screams of suffering
I stand in flames of torturing
Goddess of flesh hunger and desire
Grant me wings of hellish fire
Know that all my creations spring
I am death the creator of sin
And of the pure I am the wind

The dance of creeping shadows