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Text písně Sculptor Of Flesh

Do you hear them calling from beyong? 


As a foulness ye shall know them 
As a foulness thou knowest thyself 


Freed from the shackles of morality 
And long long gone is the need for science 
Through the wakening of the beast within 


Oh did you not rejoice? 
When you felt the power... the power in your mind 
No longer confined to nocturnal solitude 


Walk among the herd 
Mold them as you wish 
In images of unearthly bizarrerie 


Do you hear them calling from beyong? 


Sculptor of flesh 
Architect of abomination 
Mold the living flesh like clay 


Sculptor of flesh 
Warp the world 
To your linking 


And then the sun will set 
And no new day will rise on humanity 


Will you grieve for them? 


Will the lack of their bleating cacophony 
Strike a note within? 


Rejoice, destroyer, anti-christ 
For your deed was long overdue