Текст песни Lolita Scorned - Лики Мёртвых

the faces of the dead

you will not be able to forgive
uvidesh the faces of the dead
animal instincts
pochuyut smell of flesh
like worms raspolzayas
on torn palm
I will come with you harshly
his black blood

You, in my hell, you
you, you're my hell

Cut through the desires
die in their suffering
devour my seed
Bitch wait for my forgiveness

I devour your flesh
I fill your pain
kill your soul
burrow again

You, in my hell, you
You, in my hell, you

forgive and break their desires in torment
hands close and quietly die
silent forces are no more, my soul scream
burns in darkness shine and quietly dies