Spectral Wound - Soul Destroying Black Debauchery

Kishore Kumar Hits — Spectral Wound - Soul Destroying Black Debauchery lyrics

Artist: Spectral Wound

album: A Diabolic Thirst

What hell is this?
A noxious nameless mist
Hangs like tatters, but binds like chains
This morbid frame
Writhing, rotting in the veins
Sous les griffes du diable
I have so long longed for the lance
To lap these entrails bare, to divine
Poison courses through blood, thickening and slow
From cold crypted corners, rises once again
Pallid, rotting on the vine
I cast myself
Sous les griffes du diable
Le sang fatigue de l'homme dissipé
What recourse, what remains
Bu to reel the midnight through
Sheer lunatic defiancе of Nature's fair designs
Rank, decadеnt denial
Against Bios, against Life
I am betrayed, abandoned
By the mute contempt of my own flesh
I must wrench my death from this vital frame
What recourse but to glut the maw
The reeling midnight through

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