Dark Wisdom - Toxaemia

Dark prossesion walking down, the old cemetery hill

Death in the air as they pass, the victim of my kill

Merchandiser of the light, will make his last profit

The heads are low as the preachure, baptize the coffin

Dark wisdom lying over me, like a fucking fog

I just saved him from a life, in hate and burning corps

Dark wisdom rouls and tell me, my time is soon over

Burning flesh is the smell, as i burning in the cold chain

Dark wisdom — Without light Without hope

Dark wisdom — No damned trust No damned life

Dark wisdom — Eating my brain Eating my soul

Dark Wisdom — Making me cry Making me dieee

Now I’m dead alone in hell, as my time is over

Burning man without no hope, of a life all lonely

Sitting here thinking of, the real newborn creation

My last doom were a start to, my nice salvation