Atanatos - Worshipper of a Weak Lord текст песни

I bring you life, I bring you death
Moments of happiness, years of awful tortures
You are a devote slave, chained
Pain is a true feeling, it is the answer of mistakes you made
You worship him, you cry
Never he will come back to you
Lost creature, dust in the wind
Listen to the voice of the deadly abyss
Your thoughts circle around and your views are full of fear
It is the taste of your own blood
Wet is it, wet and warm
I bring you life, I bring you death
Moments of happiness, years of awful tortures
You are devote slave, chained