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122 Stab Wounds – The Torture Art lyrics
Down The Stairs He Walks
Towards What He Lusts For
The Grim Art on The Wall
Makes Him Want More

A Chamber Full of Hate
Carpets Made of Human Limbs
He Enjoys The Air He Breathes
He Does No Longer Grief

Into The Halls of Pain
Where Death Is The Only Art
Welcome To Those
With Their Torture Hearts

Fascinated By Brutal Deaths
He Continues His Search Alone
In The Eternal Hails of Torture
He Walks Until The Gate Is Open

He Does Not Want To Turn Back
He Has Found His Passion
While The Flowers Rot At Winter
His Mind Grows Sicker And Sicker

All The Gates of Which He Passed
Is Now Sealed In Blood
I Hope He's Found His World of Dreams
I Enjoy The Torture Art

Down The Stairs He Walks
Towards What He Lusts For
The Grim Art on The Wall
Makes Him Want More

A Chamber Full of Hate
Carpets Made of Human Limbs
He Enjoys The Air He Breathes
He Does No Longer Grief

Fascinated By Brutal Deaths
He Continues His Search Alone
In The Eternal Hails of Torture
He Walks Until The Gate Is Open

He Does Not Want To Turn Back
He Has Found His Passion
While The Flowers Rot At Winter
His Mind Grows Sicker And Sicker
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Down The Stairs He Walks Towards What He Lusts For The Grim Art on The Wall Makes Him Want More A Chamber Full of Hate Carpets Made of Human Limbs He Enjoys The Air He Breathes He Does No Longer Grief Into The Halls of Pain Where Death Is The Only Art Welcome To Those With Their Torture Hearts Fascinated By Brutal Deaths He Continues His Search Alone In The Eternal Hails of Torture He Walks Until The Gate Is Open He Does Not Want To Turn Back He Has Found His Passion While The Flowers Rot At Winter His Mind Grows Sicker And Sicker All The Gates of Which He Passed Is Now Sealed In Blood I Hope He's Found His World of Dreams I Enjoy The Torture Art Down The Stairs He Walks Towards What He Lusts For The Grim Art on The Wall Makes Him Want More A Chamber Full of Hate Carpets Made of Human Limbs He Enjoys The Air He Breathes He Does No Longer Grief Fascinated By Brutal Deaths He Continues His Search Alone In The Eternal Hails of Torture He Walks Until The Gate Is Open He Does Not Want To Turn Back He Has Found His Passion While The Flowers Rot At Winter His Mind Grows Sicker And Sicker Explain Request ×



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