psalm666 by hermaxiss

my eyes bleed like Jesus on the cross,
it smells really bad, the sweat does not dry
my feet are nailed to a rock, maybe I sink to the ground
is not happening, this time,
get more that kind of thing of dying

feel like a angel,
my wings are too wet to fly
guess I was not a god,
no evil it's just my own

my own burning in the heat of the sun,
My flesh drying it seems as a dinner
hunger will be tainted, everyone serves
celebration it nice over All My


feel like a angel,
but I have sunk until the evil
always be satisfy the heating for
Looking back up at the eternal, the end

• Electronic
• aggrotech
• darkelectro
• industrial
• Heusden Zolder