Слова:
Greatful Death

death embrace I love you and you're crushing my heart I need you, please take me into your arms When love and death embrace When love and death embrace When love and death

on the mantle And I am shattered on the floor Life is a clay urn on the mantle And I am scattered on the floor We are the wounds and the great cold death

I'd rating die probing something Than see the urge, shot to fucking pieces Rip that face off, who goes there? You may, you may doubt the necessity You

[Embury / Greenway] Stinking to the bowels of high heaven Creeping to the giants of status Guarding protection of interests - not you Not you or anything

Cut my Throat and Let me go These scars wont heal, This broken soul You ripped into me with a knife I scratch your eyes out with canines Slut! Whore!

Переклад: Napalm Death. Великий Capitulator.

Переклад: Ophthalamia. Великі Справи Of Death.

: The battle raged on and on Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We,

you're crushing my heart I need you Please take me into your arms When love and death embrace When love and death embrace When love and death embrace When love and death