Vrolok - Confusion, Torment, Hatred | Текст песни

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• Vrolok
• Confusion, Torment, Hatred

His mouth is that of fire
Burning and dancing in ashes
His tongue, akin to razors
Precise, articulate, deadly

"His eyes, akin to aceans
Piercing the depths of nothingness
His flesh is that of hatred
Seething with vengeance
His blood as black as murder
Violent, seething, death"
Confusion, torment, hatred

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