Lletres:
Blood Red Throne Your Cold Flesh

Your cold flesh covers my eyes. From the burning of chapels we rise. My nails under your skin, Makes your blood touch the air. Keeping you down, wearing

embracing darkness Deep in the night (beyond your fears) The gate away from all the tortures to the kingdom of glory The throne is burning in fire, The throne

cold Sin after sin! Your nightmare never ends That oily machinery, cooled by the human sweat I feed them with envy, the worms inside your head Dark light! Blood

cold Sin after sin! Your nightmare never ends That oily machinery, cooled by the human sweat I feed them with envy, the worms inside your head Dark light! Blood

one bite he drinks the blood Throne of the night - undead awakes Lokk in it's eyes - and be dead "I was bleeding and you licked my blood I hear your

freezing cold Sin after sin! Your nightmare never ends That oily machinery, cooled by the human sweat I feed them with envy, the worms inside your head Dark light! Blood

by embracing darkness Deep in the night (beyond your fears) The gate away from all the tortures to the kingdom of glory The throne is burning in fire, The throne

the throne A chalice filled with poison Raped by his power Drinking cold blood like wine Demons summoned to kill The goatlord is eternal "Though death awaits your flesh Your