A glance to my eyes, deep within revels
this worn-out warriors mind
Imkilling you by suffering
discomposure of a deepest kind
In the night I crave to feel your breath
and your touch like angel of death
in the dawn Imin chains of bestial rage
and forced to make you dead
The chains get tigher around my throat
I can gi have you no love, only dead lift of pain
In the dusk of evening I tuck you up with feathers
forever I will stand by your side
in the twilight of night Imlaughing
while cutting you hundred and thirteen times
can not you see Imevil, double-edged razor
child of eternal hate
to torment you like a motherfucking whore
I will make you cry forever more
Id crawl through broken glass to you...
and you name is written in my very flesh
with the knife Imsti will longing to use
In the night I crave to feel your breath
and your touch like angel of death
in the dawn Imin chains of bestial rage
and forced to make you dead
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Children Of Bodom
In The Shadows :: Children Of Bodom