Keepers of Death - Скульптор Плоти
текст песни

Pieces of cut flesh hang down down
Creating a living silhouette
You are a person alive, so take it - pray
Sorry your god - does not keep from troubles

Your bones fell on a dirty floor
The flesh of the hooks stuck steel
And how sweet it is for me to hear your miserable howl
To drown out your sadness

I hear - my dream calls me
And hands create a scream "Beauty" in the world
I am a sculptor of the flesh!

Proud that I pulled out your eyes
You will see yourself from the inside
And a tear rolled softly on the cheek
Bliss on drops of blood

You fought so sweet in my hands so sweet
Giving me a dark passion
I collected you re -tutoring your fear
And teach your flesh to fly

I hear - my dream calls me
And hands create a scream "Beauty" in the world
I am a sculptor of the flesh !!

It’s so sweet to look at my creation
Sculpture from your flesh
And screams my ears caress me like a whip
Giving ecstasy more and more

I filled all my feelings for you
Giving you eternity a moment
You are beautiful, because you became my dream
And happiness I feel a scream

I hear - my dream calls me
And hands create a scream "Beauty" in the world
I am a sculptor of the flesh!