elsewhere， but for the giving - Talanas

Waken upon thee. Your mouth fills with dirt. Tortured and you scream. Your veins begin to squirt. Splitting of your spine. The neck will start flush. Tortured a

Mutilate strip the bodies flesh now beg Look into my eyes and pray I am the creator of your grave Flames are burning through The skulls we'll crush once more De

I'm back for blood And the flesh which I'll consume Your body's tied up in a room Where you'll take your last f**king breath Your cries are piercing And I don't

When the hour is struck the dead will rise They'll dig up from below they'll feed tonight Terror through the streets hunting for the weak They shall reign supre

Die on this day. Last breath to curse these skies. No one to hear you. I feel you struggle to survive. The pulse is faintly there. You're barely alive. Undeniab

I feel the ground before my feet it's wretched dirt The wind encased with every dying breath of blood thirst I've touched the hand of god and crushed in his f**