Septic Flesh Behind The Iron Mask текст песни, слова песни Behind The Iron Mask Septic Flesh
Septic Flesh - Behind The Iron Mask
They are stirring other images,
glimpses of a distant life,
of a gone life.
The hands cannot identify the face
Behind the Iron Mask
Dim is within on the plane of the mind
a kneeled spirit under the boot of fear
cleansed with torture
traped in purity by the whip.
Daggers from sound penetrate
resistance behind each one,
a Holy inquisitor.
Mouths reveal the presence of
haunted beings unworthy to be said alive.
Open the window
Release the spirit from this empty body
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