Hord - Seeds Of Chaos | Текст песни

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• Hord
• Seeds Of Chaos

Your come and read my desire
Now hell is my joy
Possessed by flux
Take all my pride
Crush down

A knife behind your smile
Your cynic construction

I'm suffering
Alone in me cage of sorrow
And I waiting for the salvation
Of your pervert games

Composition of the impure
I'm not conscious of my prostration
For a sea of disorder and darkness

I call you, cause I'm lost, seed of chaos
I want you, I need you
To feed my disease
I breath you, I feel you, bringer of lies again.