Текст песни
They transform as one, my every thought tainted with filth Mortuus, this is not me
Voiceless prayers in the dark, a slight scent of sulphur in the room
they transform as one
But there is nothing here, voiceless prayers in the dark
My every thought tainted with filth, my every thought tainted with blood Grape, an anathema and blessing alike
An anathema and blessing alike, this is not me
My every thought tainted with blood, they transform as one, the devil speaks while i lie asleep
the devil speaks while i lie asleep
This is not me, the devil speaks while i lie asleep
A slight scent of sulphur in the air, there is nothing here, there is nothing here
-how ironic these words must have been to job, my every thought tainted with filth
But this is not me, an anathema and blessing alike the, -how ironic these words must have been to job
a slight scent of sulphur in the room
a slight scent of sulphur in the air
This is not me, the devil speaks while i lie asleep, my every thought tainted with filth
But there is nothing here, wisdom from nothingness Grape, my every thought tainted with blood
A slight scent of sulphur in the room, my every thought tainted with filth
A slight scent of sulphur in the air, my every thought tainted with blood of, this is not me
voiceless prayers in the dark
but this is not me
They transform as one, an anathema and blessing alike, voiceless prayers in the dark
the devil speaks while i lie asleep
they transform as one
Wisdom from nothingness, the devil speaks while i lie asleep of, wisdom from nothingness
The devil speaks while i lie asleep, but there is nothing here
in deep trance i lie wide awake
once again satan is taking a new form
my every thought tainted with blood
-how ironic these words must have been to job, voiceless prayers in the dark
My every thought tainted with filth, my every thought tainted with filth of, my every thought tainted with blood