Thy Disease - Cold


So cold and tempting 
I hear voices inside of me 
You're whispering: take me all 
Your blind eyes express 
more they all can say 

Frozen, silent smile 
You won't tell me: "no" 
In my veins sick desire 
We're together eternal 

For them - silent flesh 
I can feel my hidden demons 
Final source of love 
So helpless and clean 

Blasphemous words overcome my mind 
Dead mistress cold and filled with beauty 
And the lust is fulfilled 
We are almighty 
Covered with your black blood 
I mutilate you

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