Sons Of Perdition - Profane the Night | Текст песни

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I made my way toward Show Low through a desert dry as bone. I grew sicker from my wounds as they festered in the burning sun. Consumed by pangs of hunger, I sought shelter in a cave while the poison in my blood snaked its way into my fevered brain. Blood unto wine, wine turns to piss. Flesh unto bread, bread turns to ash. Gold unto lead, lead into stone. Skin decays to dust, the grave becomes a throne. Without a dime or a bite of food, desperation turned to panic, so when a hunter found my den, he found a beast that had gone manic. I brained him with my rifle butt, then took my knife and slit. I dressed his body where it lay, then roasted it upon a spit.

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