Apocalyptic Visions - Bonecleaner dalszöveg

White Rows of Tombstones
Lined In Your Mouth
Each Bears The Names of The
Men You've Devoured
Speak With The Wind
At The Gates To My Grave
Dangle The Lure
From Your Tongue To Enslave

Bonecleaner Strip Away My Flesh
Leave Me With Nothingness and Death

Hammered and Poured In The
Forms of Desire
Rewrite Your Life
Into What I Require
Taken By Force
You Surrender Your Throat
Lock Fast Your Jaw
And Submerge Me Below

Bonecleaner Strip Away My Flesh
Leave Me With Nothingness and Death