Teksty: Fleshcrawl. Made Of Flesh.

Made of flesh

Made of flesh to suffer, sacred scars, uncover
I become the tortured one
In my wounds, discover endless pain, forever
I become the bleeding one

Made of flesh, forged in blood
Raised in fear and torn apart
Still alive soon to die
Till we'll come to say goodbye

Blessed in hell, forgotten, souls dispelled
Unbroken, I belong where death is strong
Destiny is calling, set me free, no mourning
Silent wings of death and fear will swing

I feel pleasures of death
In war against myself
No life remains in my flesh
Rest in hollow graves