2009-07-21
Cold
To rid the earth of the filth To rid the earth of the lies To will the rise above Tearing my insides out I feel my soul go cold Only the dead are smiling To rid your heart of all lies Their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold& Now let the final darkness fall "&The dream of the new disease On wings of euphoria& s*cking terror from the needle scars&" 22 years of pain And I can feel it closing in The will to rise above Tearing my insides out
Slaughter of the Soul (Reis)
Aug 2002
- Blinded By Fear
- Slaughter Of The Soul
- Cold
- Under A Serpent Sun
- Into The Dead Sky
- Suicide Nation
- World Of Lies
- Unto Others
- Nausea
- Need
- The Flames Of The End
- Legion
- The Dying
- Captor Of Sin
- Unto Others ('95 Demo)
- Suicide Nation ('95 Demo)
- Bister Verklighet