Dawn Of Relic - Bowels Of Murder Lyrics
Moon of MonsCan you hear the screamsfeeble, weak and asphyxiatedLurid blade keeps grinding bonesIn the grimy darknessNear the River Hateand the Path of WorryStream of sadnessAs the haunted soulUnearth the madnessBowels of murderSweep the River HateAnd the Path of WorryStream of sadnessObsessed, He will kill againButcher of MonsButcher of MonsSavage mad lures the whoresTo cut away with painRepetition, Past bears the same