The Forsaken - Cold flesh colony Lyrics
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Cold flesh colony
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What Are The Lyrics For Cold flesh colony By The Forsaken?
""From the flesh I feed - I am the one Through your veins I am complete From the flesh I breed - I despise you Through your veins I lay my seed I am the reaper - the one you curse I am the very soul - yours to fear I am the reaper - the one to remain I am the very soul - your disease The colonies' growth is my command I was the firstborn - your fate I control My existence is your breath - your demise I was the firstborn - your fate I control I am the cornerstone of this creation You know me but you deny me I am the foul creature of the soil You cannot deny me... I am the reaper - the one you curse I am the very soul - your disease... Confront me - dethrone me? I will abase you till the end The concubine of your soul The restless face inside The research of your kind The predator of your dreams The slave under death The one that gain your life I... I... I... I... I am the reaper - the one you curse I am the very soul - the one you fear I am the reaper - the one to remain I am the very soul - your disease The grace I possess is your doom Your race is mine to explore I see through the eyes of the dead I am the reaper - the one you possess Confront me - dethrone me? Till the end - I will abase you Confront me? I am the immortal Your soul - your diseased""
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Who Wrote Cold flesh colony By The Forsaken?
Nicklas Grabowski, Patrik Persson
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