Apocalyptic Visions
Bonecleaner
White Rows of Tombstones Lined In Your Mouth Each Bears The Names of The Men You've Devoured Speak With The Wind At The Gates To My Grave Dangle The Lure From Your Tongue To Enslave Bonecleaner Strip Away My Flesh Leave Me With Nothingness and Death Hammered and Poured In The Forms of Desire Rewrite Your Life Into What I Require Taken By Force You Surrender Your Throat Lock Fast Your Jaw And Submerge Me Below Bonecleaner Strip Away My Flesh Leave Me With Nothingness and Death
From Letras Mania