Stealth Lyrics
This flesh is not realityIn some fantasy it may be cookies to go with the wineIn a dream it could be a rigid phallus inside of youSilently through lifeless corridorsOne where feces lie scattered,one where the seeds of thousand saints burn and suffer theagonies of the damnedWithin you, beaten, whipped, so intensely fuckedI infect you with deathAnd when you swallow me, drinking the wine of insanityCollapse into sickening divinityI am the true god, I am superman, I am silent, I am invisible, I am the shadow of a shadowI am unspoken, I am unsung, unseenI am in your head, but I have never beenI am a reflection from a shattered looking glassI am godI am nothing, I am the devil in your fleshAnd I am the whimper of the whipped beast
Morgul Stealth
