Bitch Of Dreams
Centhron
4:36Where is the shadow, that calls me into darkness? Where are the troops, that hail the one eyed god? Where is the voice, that whispers us the paradise? Where are our bodies, left to rot? An emperor between the lights (It's a sting for her) of pregnant frights If they get birth and rise again Will be the fourth realm and then outside Gasman coming, lord of death Kiss the children in their last breath Love the women hard and cold Gasman you are called Gasman Gasman Gasman Gasman Gasman to the realms March on towards a gory past For our future that has nothing left Call the gasmen with draping fumes Remains just dead, a stinking dune Gasman coming, lord of death Kiss the children in their last breath Love the women hard and cold Gasman you are called Gasman Gasman Gasman Gasman Gasman to the realms