Wild
@Виктор Озарчук
Wild
@Виктор Озарчук
Paroles
A glance to my eyes, deep within reveals
This worn-out warrior's mind
I'm killing you by suffering
Discomposure of a deepest kind
In the night I crave to feel your breath
And your touch like angel of death
In the dawn I’m in chains of beastial rage
And forced to make you dead
This worn-out warrior's mind
I'm killing you by suffering
Discomposure of a deepest kind
In the night I crave to feel your breath
And your touch like angel of death
In the dawn I’m in chains of beastial rage
And forced to make you dead
Style de musique
Melodic Death
