Temple Of Skin Lyrics
Lyrics: Whiplasher EuropaIt's a cold claw that grasps your sanguine little heartClenches and drenches your lounges with bloodIt's a cold skull that holds your fragile little mindSoon crushed by the force that's moving up from behindWe are all sacrificedWhen death drapes the altarSoul putrificationSuffer the manifestation!!Temple of SkinFeel how rusty blades cut withinTemple of manTorn to bits by death's handI will praise the grace of decayThe grand celebration of the wickedI will haunt the Empyrean plainsGrind pure plagues to perfectionIt's a trembling hand that holds time's dusty scepterDictating a code that suffers the law of the graveIt's an infected blade that cut your heart in twoThe temple of skin is left dead to dream of you.We are all sacrificedWhen death drapes the altarSoul putrificationSuffer the manifestation!!Temple of SkinFeel how rusty blades cut withinTemple of manTorn to bits by death's handSlaves of death yet masters of lifeChildren of darkness but tyrants for lightwe are the unspoken name, the untrodden patha union benighted by left hand wrath
Runemagick Temple Of Skin
