Tales Of Darknord - Risus Mortis lyrics

Words - appliance. Appliance for making a fool. Unilateral denunciation Of a treatys. Stupid rule! Loss - a result of vegetative life Of monotonous shadows of the same type. Dead body desecration! Already lost generation! Things are not looking up with Appearance of lier. Where is the brutal middle ages laws? Judgement by fire! Play pranks with world is dangerous And so point. Thong for lean back of Unbrushing holy terrors. Disillusion In sweet taste of a dismey turn into Secretion pus our saint prayers. You allayed your a**es by life of world. You betrayed unhappy people. Bloods**er! Probe price of mind and stop my mouth! I am seting fire against your force! My meat is hard to chew!