(no subject)
limbs have been lost. and surely, dreams will be crushed. i can't stab my way out of this one so i'm making a call to those who have been trampled under the hooves of bastards.
"bring out your damned. show me your rotten dead and i will sing the love song of corpses. these bodies will rise again and we shall strike the hearts of the wicked. to feast upon the flesh of the morbid will be the vengeance you died for. to dethrone them and to devour them will be more than we could've ever hoped for. they are the ones who put us in this soil and buried us in their piss."
forever is a word too often said without any honesty.
"bring out your damned. show me your rotten dead and i will sing the love song of corpses. these bodies will rise again and we shall strike the hearts of the wicked. to feast upon the flesh of the morbid will be the vengeance you died for. to dethrone them and to devour them will be more than we could've ever hoped for. they are the ones who put us in this soil and buried us in their piss."
forever is a word too often said without any honesty.