Likåar – Waste
Genre Rock


The gates are open now
I leave this filth to die
Veins are opened wide
All regrets, set aside
Excoriated waste of life
Caressed by the throat with sharpened knives
Heed the screams of the agonized
As she slowly vaporize
Voices of the past, echoes within
I'll carve the grin in the flesh of my chin
Times flies away, and you will see
When I join her in the depths of thee

May these shackles drag her down
The lake of solitude awaits her
The soul of her, Ill claim
Torture her in the afterlife

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