With undying hunber, a fathomless swarm of locusts As one, bottomless pit of gaping mouths Parasitical leaches scavenging, bleeding the host dry Black vulture wings extinguish the sun The day of reckoning awaits, I shall spare no one Master turns slave, the butcher himself becomes food for the rats Fields ripe with putrefaction without end, and for the dead No casket, no funeral, no mourning and no obituary
Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins
Bloodline broken These voices from beyond, gnawing the flesh from my bone
Like a million voices screaming, draining the sanity from my soul
In this sanctuary, your heaven. with morphine in your blood to keep you safe From madness tearing, clawing at your skin from the inside In a haze through the grates, you witness the end
Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins
Over cemetery fields, the last of manking Dethrone monarch in the kingdom of the dead In no man's land, as despair has conquered his fear Broken like his the bloodline isTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
