Circle Of Ouroborus - Twisted Fruit Of Doom

Rotten fruits & abhorrent harvest & we gather skulls & instead of fertile joy & The twisted fruit of doom & we enjoy your luxuriance & the twisted fruit of doom & the ending of our innocence & This cold August & delivers its offerings & we sink our teeth & into dead meat & The twisted fruit of doom & we enjoy your luxuriance & the twisted fruit of doom & the ending of our innocence & Morbid incense & of this bloody garden & we breathe dust & the pollen of future death & Soulcages in my basket & all are coming here & dismal celebration & drink and feast! & The twisted fruit of doom & we enjoy your luxuriance & the twisted fruit of doom & the ending of our innocence