A Drowning Version Lyrics & Chords By Epistaxis

Bodies of the week, lay in blood Memories of the final night Smell of rotting flesh fills the air Victims of their final fight Stepping on the bodies to avoid the mud My...read more

moans of torture, atrociously impaled the leak of rancid vomit,ascension with decay the ones enlightened are the ones that are put to graves when mortal holiness is desecrated with...read more