Touch Like Angel Of Death |
| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| The chains get tighter around my throat |
| I can give you no love, only dead-lift of pain |
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| In the dusk of evening I tuck you up with feather |
| Forever I'll stand by your side |
| In the twilight of night I'm laughing |
| While cutting you hundred and thirteen times |
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| Can't you see I am evil, double-edged razor |
| Child of eternal hate |
| To torment you like a motherfuckin-whore |
| I'll make you cry forever more |
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| I'd crawl through broken glass to you... |
| And your name is written in my very flesh |
| With the knife I'm still longing to use |
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| In the night I crave to feel your breath |
| And you touch like angel of death |
| In the dawn I'm in chains of beastial rage |
| And forced to make you dead |