Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry From Poisoned Mind

The stench the forest
Of skin
Bringing memories
From Sacrifices

It has been
Since I left my
But I still
Through the of torture

My sense to the depths of
Filth, pain and
is feeding my inspiration
To my art of undead human sculpture

I taste the
To satisfy my mental
If I wasn't immortal I would be (again)
For the last

No one will ever
What it was that eternity
A shadow will come the past
And me