Your Cold Flesh


Your cold flesh covers my eyes
From the burning of chapels we rise
My nails under your skin,
Makes your blood touch the air
Keeping you down, wearing your crown,
The crown of salvation, the divine erection, fading your light
You will wake up, just to see a piece,
Of the hammer inside your eye,
You will be eaten alive
You will fall to the ground, you shall feel the wrath
You shall no longer live
You will never die
You shall make me smile
You shall feel the cursed
You will be left alone
You will be unknown
You will never again be strong
You shall never be saved
You shall be killed
You shall be killed by me
Turns cold
Never see the stars again
Trapped like inside a womb, death prevails
Killing the monster, killing the master
The psychic terrified god licks my hands
The killer feast on your flesh
Could we go even darker?

Blood red







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