"We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between..."
Nuova Brigata Blasfema: Ancella futura che le divinità tritura
"We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between..."
Nuova Brigata Blasfema: Ancella futura che le divinità tritura
"We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between..."
Nuova Brigata Blasfema: Ancella futura che le divinità tritura
"We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between..."
Nuova Brigata Blasfema: Ancella futura che le divinità tritura
Allora diciamo un bellissimo inchiappettamento a catena tra tutti i santi del calendario, la madonna (puttana zoccola), cristo col culo aperto e anche quel porcoddio di suo padre viados per festeggiare la resa di rodrigo
"We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between..."
Nuova Brigata Blasfema: Ancella futura che le divinità tritura
"We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between..."
Nuova Brigata Blasfema: Ancella futura che le divinità tritura
"We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between..."
Nuova Brigata Blasfema: Ancella futura che le divinità tritura
"We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between..."
Nuova Brigata Blasfema: Ancella futura che le divinità tritura
"We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between..."
Nuova Brigata Blasfema: Ancella futura che le divinità tritura