Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Thy Art Is Murder
• Titre: Dead Sun
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
POSESSED HE WANDERS YOUR EMPTY MIND FORCING THE HAND OF THE PUPPET TO MOVE HATRED UNLEASHED UPON THE EARTH FROM THE INSIDE OF YOU TREACHEROUS HANDS HIDE THE FACE OF SADNESS ASPHYXIATED WITH THE NOOSE OF JEALOUSY THE CLAWS OF BETRAYAL THE MOTHER OF MORALITY IS THE FATHER OF FEAR SUPREME DECEIVER THE HIDDEN ENGINEER MY PASSAGE TO THE CREATOR SEWN IN WASTED FLESH BLIND HYPOCRITES OPERATE IN COLD BLOOD YOU ARE THE CARRIERS OF THE APOCALYPSE STRIKE FEAR INTO THE HEARTS OF THE CHILDREN OF GOD SHOW THEM THE HELL THAT AWAITS BELOW BURN THEIR SYMBOLS OF HOPE LET THEIR FAITH REST IN ASH POSESSED HE WANDERS YOUR EMPTY MIND FORCING THE HAND OF THE PUPPET TO MOVE HATRED UNLEASHED UPON THE EARTH FROM THE INSIDE OF YOU SUPREME DECEIVER THE HIDDEN ENGINEER MY PASSAGE TO THE CREATOR SEWN IN WASTED FLESH THE CLAWS OF BETRAYAL THE MOTHER OF MORALITY IS THE FATHER OF FEAR COLLAPSE INTO A DEAD SUN UNDER THE TIDES SWEPT INTO OBLIVION MY HALO HUNG AROUND MY NECK LIKE THE ROPE OF THE FALLEN WALLS CAVING IN I HAVE BEEN CRUSHED BY MY ISOLATION THE BURDEN OF A MIND DEPRIVES OF ITS OWN VOLITION I CANT WAIT TO DIE THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD BUT THE WORLD WOULD NOT WAIT FOR MY SALVATION I CANT WAIT TO DIE