Dorzia - Blood Portrait

Soaked in your marrow
Bleeding from the gaping wounds in your skin
I relinquish my sanity
I can feel the shivers down your cold, dead spine
A writhing calamity
Can you hear the moans (From rotting flesh)
Plasma seeping from the weak
Preserving; pickled heart in my glass jar
Safekeeping eternally
The reflection reminds me of the murder, oh how proud
Of your agony
Can you hear the moans (From rotting flesh)
Plasma seeping from the weakest ones
I'm addicted to the suffering
I will forever reign
In my bloody portrait of hell
I will forever reign
In my bloody portrait of hell
Out of sight
Out of my mind
In blight
Out of sight
Out of my mind
In blight
Disease to feed my army of maggots
The risen and the fallen, in flesh
Instinctual massacre of living kind (Massacre)
To flood the holy gates of Nazareth
Can you hear the moans (From rotting flesh)
Plasma seeping from the weakest ones

Written by:
Haley Roughton

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