Texty piesní Dead Congregation

Dead Congregation

Feasting Angelcunts

Trapped in this twisted

Visionworld of yours

You are the god and king

(Incarnated in one)

Deprive me the disgust of eyes

For I have no mirror in your kingdom

The fall is harder than ever

Drowning in this river

That never seems to end

Gates of black open before me

...Undead

I am no longer your son...

I spit in your face

The taste of my fury

Angelcunt whores raped

Your lifegift collapsed like blood in me

And now this blasphemy is my offer