Testo Fatal Resistance

Vile person leave me twisted, the light has left the sun. Now we meet to end our hatred, the war of spell has just begun. Hope becomes so hopeless; tonight someone is going to die. Your fatal resistance, either you or I. Affection, infection, tonight someone is going to die. Either you or I Wretched corpse you leave me wanting the life inside of you to drain. Resurrect my dormant anger, for my pleasure is inside your pain.