- Жанр
- Дэт-метал
- Лицензия
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- Альбом
- Какофония плоти 1999
- Текст
- Medicine man is cutting corpses.
Rotting senses are beneath the knives.
Fasten seat belts to prepare for the rot.
Someone digs your stomache
Through the fog hear
the voices of your gods.
Know they used to damage.
Hurry it is beginning of the pain.
It is filling your like gain.
Feel how hands are dying out.
For the youth you've lost.
You've lost all sensors
From gradual necrosis.