Paroles de Depressive In Darkness
My resentful conscience lies as the fresh grave of hell,Dark devastation that feeds my hole,
The blood of the damned splatters my face
And my evil gospel is nailed in my cry,
I cannot feel the agony of one more day,
My depression takes me when dying
And nailed in pain that great pleasure generates me I fall...
Depressive
Depressive
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