Xasthur - Souls Of Sin By: DarkneSs Date: August 08, 2012, 12:22:11 PM We spit in your direction We are animals at heart Left on Devil's Island We'll tear the world apart No ships seen on horizon No food left in the store High and dry and scavenging Around these deadly shores
Black death is overhead Withnessing our cries The sun beats down mercilessly On our mates to die The night-time and the jungle The terror in our minds In narrowed eyes the question begs, Who will be tonight?
