Abbath

Harvest Pyre
I am the ruin of all a squint can dim survey I am the dearth of hopes' dystopic cowl dismay I cast the baubles through rapine my fortune ill-acquired Upon the flames rent the night deny the trinkets vice desired I squander riches lay the bitches lust a jaded spray I dream of nightmares conjure monsters sip decay From breast of goddess milk the darkness blood a dulling wine I angle sideways path a blind maze defy the scythe of time Tap the jugular bleed the vampire Tar the slime pit surf quagmire Heal cadaver harvest pyre Raw Wound! I trawled the aether sweating reefer Sole belief I'm beneath her Glow decrease her in abyss deep I unsheath her like a reaper Tap the jugular bleed the vampire Tar the slime pit surf quagmire Heal cadaver harvest pyre Reap Ripe Raw Wound! Aus Songtexte Mania