Suffering Souls - A Touch Of Evil Kindness

Experience the dismal fate
to feel a touch of horror
only (to) witness what the dead shall see
soak it all in, loop it all anew.

Still predictable, marching on and on
the icon of arrogance will come to make amends
piece by piece, fading with a smile
shall we truly be no more?

A touch of evil to contact the dead
no touch of kindness, profoundly sad
I love the dead

Crucified, an abhorrent lie
splendor in the sky, great watcher of my soul
collective coma
can you hear what I say?

Still predictable, marching on and on
the icon of arrogance will come to make amends
piece by piece, fading with a smile
shall we truly be no more?

A touch of evil to contact the dead
no touch of kindness, profoundly sad
I love the dead
A touch of evil to contact the dead
no touch of kindness, profoundly sad
I lick the dead

I chose the devil, in which the fire burns
since the day I passed away, I stay in decay
with fear I bring the sorrow, a sinisterly touch of doom
from source of my horror, from the abyss of my soul

From abundance of mockery
from darkness with chaos, even if I bleed
like a flock of hellspawn, in magnificence disguise
wandering deeper inside, in fleshy sweetness
and thoughts of the act
by the grace of devils hands

From abundance of mockery
from darkness with chaos
like a flock of hellspawn
wandering deeper inside
in fleshy sweetness
by the grace of devils hands

A touch of evil to contact the dead
no touch of kindness, profoundly sad
I lick the dead
A touch of evil to contact the dead
no touch of kindness, profoundly glad
I fuck the dead