The night, the screams, the blood,
The horror, the stench,
The flames, despair,
The pain.
I burn in the pools of hell,
My flesh, it reeks of corpses.
I wish I was just a corpse
Then the pain would stop torturing me forever.
Salt in my open wounds
Burning through my senses
My heart scorched black by the flames
As black as my soul in my earthly life.
Noooo, Lord
Please, forgive me!
I am too late, my soul is already condemned
For eternal torture in pool of hell.
I remember the face of Jesus
At the Day of Judgement
When He watched me being condemned
For not accepting His Sacrifice.
God, I wish I accepted Your love in my life,
So I would never burn in this agony.
I wish my soul was not spent,
So I would reign beside You as a king.
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