Текст песни Echoes Of Misanthropy Collector Of Vices

On your conscience hundreds of lives.
Every day you go on a bloody hunt.
Your collection of victims is growing every day,
No one is able to escape.
Before death they saw your disfigured smile,
That inspired them with the fear of dying.

Are you scared of your reflection!

Your crazy mind does not give you peace.
You want rivers of blood.
Your crazy eyes are devoid of pity.
You are not afraid even of God.

But every night you dream of mirror with the faces of the dead.
They scream your name in silence, causing you fear and pain
You're trying to run from them, but their cry should be for you
They will not leave you!!!

Waking up in a cold sweat, he removed the veil from the dusty mirror
And looked at his reflection for the first time.

In his reflection he saw all our sins and heartless actions
He was filled with rage!

Instead of the rivers he swore to fill the oceans with blood.

My blood boils at the sight of your deeds.
I ask God to cleanse the planet.
My flesh rejects my human mask
You are a victim of their desires.

My hatred will destroy this damned world.
You make me sick.
Your gods will never understand who I am.
I've devoted my life to destruction.

Текст добавил BRaunze 16.1.2018 12:03

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