Out of total hate, disgust Ideas covered up in rust There is not much left to trust All our hopes turn to dust Answer me, I've got nothing left to lose
is waiting here for you Welcome to my ritual Messenger of death wields the scythe Of man's damnation Messenger of death holds his blade For termination Death
a sickle and a shotgun With a touch of death, and death's hands He's a young, dying, unstoppable, dead man, you'll know (Chorus) The touch of death
warrior's mind i'm killing you by suffering discomposure of a deepest kind in the night i crave to feel your breath and your touch like angel of death
push this so called force that inspires their call To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch To cover up for those that are completely out of touch
Eyes of celibates, burning images worn down rotted lies Lips dried peeling, eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin This blood's not mine, you
Out of total hate, disgust Ideas covered up in rust There is not much left to trust All our hopes turn to dust Awnser me, I've got nothing left to
's mind i'm killing you by suffering discomposure of a deepest kind in the night i crave to feel your breath and your touch like angel of death in the
eyes of celibates burning images worn down rotted lies lips dried peeling eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin this blood's not mine you
Vertaling: Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Touch Of Death.
Vertaling: Children of Bodom. Touch Net als Angel Of Death (Live).
Vertaling: Children of Bodom. Touch Net als Angel Of Death.
Vertaling: Dood. Out Of Touch.
Vertaling: Death By Stereo. Wat ik niet kan horen, kan aanraken, proeven, ruiken Or eerst niet Hurt Me.
Vertaling: Every Time I Die. Uw Touch Versus Death.
Vertaling: Miss Saigon soundtrack. Thuys Death / You Will Not Touch Hem.