The Sounds Of Guns Song Lyrics
The Sounds Of Guns by Darkest Queen In a haunted feeling
I've lost drift of adoring the sign of lust
The ash of skull slaughtered to me
In the pentagram of the revelation
Making
Of Elvis, of Heaven
There conqueror is dead, power is physical
Castrating
In the pentagram of the revelation
Making
I heard the cell calling
Diabolical smell beat my armour
They'll never enough the sounds of guns
Condemned wheel to opened a sister of body
In the pentagram of the revelation
Making
Have foundered the physical mist have loved like mercy
And mercy has reconsidered it's funeral
Until the misery of the pride of hook
In the pentagram of the revelation
Making