The Morticians Flame

Текст песни ACID BATH - The Morticians Flame <br/> Hunter of tears, relative painHalf of this world is dark with the stainThe stain of unknowingThe dead flower buds,On smiling lips is innocent bloodThe corpse of your god can only rot and grow coldNow promise me you&#039;ll kill me before I get old( )<br />I hear you on the telephoneMoaning my doomA cold woman will kill me in a darkened roomJust enough, a heart attackSeal up my black body bagTake me home and hate me, loveBite the hand of our lost loveTake your time and take your lifeAmputate with this dull knifeHeaven&#039;s meat is on the stick