Wild
@Виктор Озарчук
Wild
@Виктор Озарчук
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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
Musikstil
Melodic Death
