ALBUM REVIEW: Mental Cruelty – Zwielicht
No leaves left on the tree of life.
No leaves left on the tree of life.
Unquenchable Thirst…
One foundation deeply rooted, intemporal.
Why am I the one that you’ve chosen?
Failure will follow you wherever you may go.
May the bodies I burn light the way.
Hell hath wrought upon this earth
The unholy rips through the weak.
Utmost foul, the milk from thine teat.