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sons of perdition - profane the night كلمات أغنية

i made my way toward show low
through a desert dry as bone
i grew sicker from my wounds
as they festered in the burning sun

consumed by pangs of hunger
i sought shelter in a cave
while the poison in my blood
snaked its way into my fevered brain

blood unto wine
wine turns to p_ss
flesh unto bread
bread turns to ash
gold unto lead
lead into stone
skin decays to dust
the grave becomes a throne

without a dime or a bite of food
desperation turned to panic
so when a hunter found my den
he found a beast that had gone manic

i brained him with my rifle b_tt
then i took my knife and slit
i dressed his body where it lay
then roasted it upon a spit
blood unto wine
wine turns to p_ss
flesh unto bread
bread turns to ash
gold unto lead
lead into stone
skin decays to dust
the grave becomes a throne

- sons of perdition

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