Salt In The Wound letra

How many times have I gazed into this,
the blackest mirror of my passions?
Times without knowing...

Rotting from the inside
Blight has taken hold
Salt in the wounds
Salt in the wounds

I made myself cold and pure
like the stars
so devoid
empire of nihilism...

All I've seen...
All I've touched
All I've felt
Empire of wasted moments

Crown of shit...
Throne of regrets...
Robe of hate...
Sceptre of Disparagement.

The Accursed - Letras

• Aftermath of Sorrow
• Armageddon Eulogy
• Autumns Twilight
• Blessings Unto Babylon
• Cold is the Grave
• Deathshead Legion
• Draining The Black Grail
• Fire of 1000 Cries
• Funeral March
• Heresiarch
• I Am Famine
• Land of the Dead
• Maniacal Menace
• Misfortunes Of Virtue
• Salt In The Wound
• Sawtoothsmile
• Seasons of the Scythe
• Slaughter the Gods
• The Black Thrash
• The Final Farewell
• The Philosopher
• The Rider
• To Live on Borrowed Time
• Universal Slave Driver
• Weapon Be Thy Name