Epitaph Lyrics
Epitaph - Front Line Assembly
filth, The the greed, immoral needs
The shameless urge of consumption
A lustful motive against a fool
One＇s will by force to be ruled
Impulse to destroy
This anti matter
Contaminated with promise of belief
This catalyst
A tour de force
A smut peddler with no redemption
Immortal and unclean
Infected and obscene
Ill-defined objection
Swimming in a world of creeps ...