Septic Flesh - Shapeshifter | Текст песни

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• Septic Flesh
• Shapeshifter

The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse.
Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm
Wearing sharp shards, stolen from scattered, broken
mirrors,
as a cloak to cover me...

My strange images nest as birds to the hearts of men
And as birds fly away, taking their thoughts into
oblivion Disintegrating the elemental bonds,
I obtain the rapture of the chameleon.

When I become enraged
with the frenzy of a wolf on the hunt,
I am the most cherished child of fear.

Armed with fangs deadly like daggers,
I am an adept on the skills of murder
I am a shape shifter.

On the ruins of a ghostly projection echoes the lust
for life
An ancient purgatory for the sinister

Shape Shifter...

The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse.
Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm.
Wearing sharp shards, stolen from scattered, broken
mirrors,
as a cloak to cover me...