Draxsen - The Tortured Sole Тексты

Look all around me, what do i see? soles decaying
It's malnutrition of a spiritual kind. feed the dying



To feed the people, the ultimate goal
Heating up the word, food for the tortured sole

Spiritual chiefs of culinary delights. set the table
Gourmet words. vitamins eternal, the diets stable.



Stoke the fire stir that brew, relevant mouth fools.
Break the bread yeah! fill the cup. the serving faithfull.