Mortuary (PL) - Obsessia Diaboli lyrics

The night dropped her cover again I hear the same voices in my head And morbid feed My desire possessed fury and evil I wear a ritual garment It's time for a purify murder ceremonial I feel that lust in the bottom of my soul Desire the cult of d**h satisfy every night I take a cold steel in my head Making a hartred sword from hate And only the non washed blood fraces Showing a number of next act! I'm going hunt - like a wolf instinct In the reverse tringle it will be you I soaking my fingers in you body When your body alredy rot - I clean it draws symbols But your soul I will keep in the ring of eternity!