Full Of Hell - Coven Of The Larynx | Текст песни

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The larynx croaks inward devotion.

An existence hewn from varicose flesh.

Palatal tones pass dimly outward

from a slurred and careworn wretch’s mouth.

Bereft of love, self inflicted.

The molded image of a crippled whelp.

Marked with a benign crow’s foot

and wallowing in placidity.

and from the same loam, I was borne and cut.

A wicked lich, spiraling senseless.

Caustic pariah. Pitch smeared visage.

Boring through you.

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