Текст песни Hate - Quintessence Of Hinger Suffering

Текст:

Lacerations craved from coffin nails Puncturing your soul with the wickedness Quivering flesh becoms the canvas Hate fills my wounds with salt Quintessence of higher suffering! Quintessence of a dying god! Eat my heart as it beats my contempt Suffocate me with your lust form pain Taste the rage as old as time Rape my consciousness and lay the blame Quintessence of higher suffering! Quintessence of a dying god! Deny me not! 'cause I am salvation I breathe through your skin Inhaling the flaws you could never hide Van you feel me inside your ever pore Let it transform, separating us from morality... Quintessence of higher suffering! Quintessence of a dying god! Quintessence of higher suffering...

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