Вершы:
Acid Bath Demos 1993 1996

Why do you love, to lick my wounds why do you love to twist my pain, why do you love to suck! My life why do you look so dead kill me I'm a dope fiend

Hunter of tears, relative to pain half of this world is dark with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds, on smiling lips is innocent

A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the sky rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby the scal- pel shines in gods sunshine

Her throat is soft her lips are red her thighs are white her heart is dead jezabell red rope burns around her wrists her blood is cold a serpent's

Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black with stain glistening and new the sunset's coming fingerpain- tings of the insane come

Creeping like frost As slow as grave moss Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces I know the pale thing