Cryptopsy Şarkıları

This undying nonentity that haunts my every waking dream they watch me, his mortal flock, they know me now by sight alone: my thoughts are too well concealed...

To give the gift of murder she's the kind of girl you want to run up and tackle through a window some floors up and spatter you both to hell come and get it;...

ı can't drink from your neck ıt shall remain its soft, cold, blue-white: ı'll bind your pround breasts with barbed wire ı wish to partake of their nectar... ...