Текст песни Keepers of Death - Скульптор Плоти

Pieces of cut flesh hanging down
Creating lively silhouette
You're alive man, so take - Pray
Sorry your God - does not keep from harm

Your bones have fallen on the dirty floor
Flesh hooks bonded steel
And how sweet I hear your pitiful howl
To drown my sorrow

I hear - I was calling my dream
And his hands are doing in the world cry "beauty"
I - sculptor of flesh!

I am proud of the fact that I tore your eyes
You will see yourself from the inside
And quietly tear rolled down her cheek
Bliss on the blood drops

You're so sweet to beat in my hands
Giving me dark passion
I gather you relishing your fear
And teaching your flesh fly

I hear - I was calling my dream
And his hands are doing in the world cry "beauty"
I - sculptor flesh !!

On the creation of my so sweet to watch
The sculpture of flesh your
And the cries of my ears like a caress whip
Giving ecstasy ever stronger

All their feelings I filled you
Giving you a moment of eternity
You're beautiful, because you became my dream
And the happiness I feel shout

I hear - I was calling my dream
And his hands are doing in the world cry "beauty"
I - sculptor of flesh!