The Therapy of Flesh - Svart Crown

Face on the ground

Eyes on the scar

Taste of the wound

Murder

Skin overpassed

Blood on the glass

Knife oversized

Butcher

Health for the young

Strength of a prong

Deep in a throat

Fiding your savior

Savior

Mentally

I lost every conscience

Therapy of flesh is running on

Mortals

I’m leaving your ground

God told me that I could

The gift of pain is leading my soul

Threat, keep, fuck

Rape, kill, cut

Laugh, scream, hug

Watch, smile, burn

Pleasure makes me glowing

Mortals

I’m leaving your ground

The gift of pain is leading my soul

Guilty

Contempling the agony

The flesh is feeding me

The flesh is killing me

Guilty

Sacrifice from a fury

Strength of a prong

Deep in the throat

Fiding your savior

Savior

Guilty

Contempling the agony

The flesh is feeding me

The flesh is killing me

Guilty

Sacrifice from a fury

The flesh is feeding me

The flesh is killing me