Psycho Symphony - The King


The church-tower has bent
I'm standing before you stretched,
Your bloody spittle you've squirted into me
Like a drop of poison, how I feel

I wish my release
My decomposed body
Trembles on your altar,
My red liquid
Starts to run
I can't get rid of you

My blood is flowing in your mouth forever
Everlasting failure - I should go
Guarding my wound opened
You protect your living nourishment

I taste your body
Feeling the bitterness of your spittle
I bless and adore you
Darkness

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