Lyrics Dark Wisdom - Toxaemia

Dark Wisdom

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