Testo Mould Cradle

GHEEÁ - mould cradle your lust pounds on me and all your greed and hell is giving birth to our seed with wooden eyes and souls of fire the sacred whores and graceful liars my love is selfish out of her mind there was a time once i knew i'm blind i will not question nor ever doubt it's a confession you own me now her breath is spreading inside my lungs her blood in my veins and i succumb i feel you craving one piece of me it only strengthens my certainty from far you can see them coming home to praise our union once free to roam them men and mothers the worthless traitors pure-minded children the fools and saviours