слова песни Broken Hope - Devourer Of Souls
Most think when death comes,
That spirits are judged,
These cheap beliefs can bum in hell,
Hopeless truth dying time comith,
Spirits become my prey,
Satisfying my unholy appetite,
Within me all are equal
Being eternally digested.
CHORUS:
Death is the unknown goal,
When you are deceased,
I devour your soul
Some souls may become free,
But limbo is a dark ocean,
And I the shark only time,
Before I bite and feast,
Then another soul eternally digest,
Into this dark gods gullet of the damned,
Afterlife unfortunately is just