Buried By The Dead
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Lyrics
Into death cast,
a spiral of the past.
Eclipse grips for my soul!
Torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead,
their hands are white and cold.
Pulse expire,
death comes in a burst.
Black forecast of a
lifelong thirst.
Lord of the tomb
by my side.
Cadaverous, dead
and insane in the eye.
Speak a madman's prophecy,
he will drain my soul
when it is free.
Phantoms of the grave
kill to survive.
Sucking death energy
from the ones who will die.
Into death cast,
a spiral of the past.
Eclipse grips for my soul!
Torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead,
their hands are white and cold.
Crawling through the soil and snow,
pitch black grave cracks up below.
Screams measure a timeless echo,
hideous figures laugh and beckon.
Coming through me,
souls imprisoned in gore.
Malignant anguish
never seen before.
Victims drag their limbs
across the halls of the dead.
Funeral bell rings to
celebrate the dread.
Deteriorating,
all my flesh and my bones
are ready to explode in
a gush of red foam.
Virulent infectious
death disease is spread,
rush of thoughts vanish
as I die undead.
Into death cast,
a spiral of the past.
Eclipse grips for my soul!
Torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead,
their hands are white and cold.
Into death cast,
a spiral of the past.
Eclipse grips for my soul!
Torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead,
their hands are white and cold.
a spiral of the past.
Eclipse grips for my soul!
Torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead,
their hands are white and cold.
Pulse expire,
death comes in a burst.
Black forecast of a
lifelong thirst.
Lord of the tomb
by my side.
Cadaverous, dead
and insane in the eye.
Speak a madman's prophecy,
he will drain my soul
when it is free.
Phantoms of the grave
kill to survive.
Sucking death energy
from the ones who will die.
Into death cast,
a spiral of the past.
Eclipse grips for my soul!
Torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead,
their hands are white and cold.
Crawling through the soil and snow,
pitch black grave cracks up below.
Screams measure a timeless echo,
hideous figures laugh and beckon.
Coming through me,
souls imprisoned in gore.
Malignant anguish
never seen before.
Victims drag their limbs
across the halls of the dead.
Funeral bell rings to
celebrate the dread.
Deteriorating,
all my flesh and my bones
are ready to explode in
a gush of red foam.
Virulent infectious
death disease is spread,
rush of thoughts vanish
as I die undead.
Into death cast,
a spiral of the past.
Eclipse grips for my soul!
Torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead,
their hands are white and cold.
Into death cast,
a spiral of the past.
Eclipse grips for my soul!
Torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead,
their hands are white and cold.
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