Pulse Of Terror (2014)
Tormenter
Prophetic Deceiver • 2014
Lyrics
Paroxysm...an edifice erupted in the blink of an eye
Catalyst...igniting the flame of a tomb yet conceived
Suffocate...strangled by the smoke of this horrid sepulcher
Asphyxiate...stifled on the ground until you're pummeled to a pulp
A choir of cadavers yet to be deceased
Singing to the tune of their own misery
A nightmare that was ripped out straight from your dreams
And then it was turned into a living hell
Chorus: (repeat twice)
Death unleashed terrorized
People dying instantly
Charred remains skeletal waste
Death in vein
Vesicate...the skin rises, blisters, and then falls of the bone
Cauterized...trapped in a crypt where they'll all incrimate
Volatile...the air that they breath incinerates their insides
Suicide...leaping to their fate to escape this crematorium
Repeat Chrous Twice
Paralyzed on the ground
The fire feels like a thousand needles poking you at once
An effigy for all to see
Their eyes over swollen in and out of consciousness
Debris consumed the epicenter
Death begins to spread at an epidemic pace
Ironically bodies burn
Their wish to be cremated has become reality
Catalyst...igniting the flame of a tomb yet conceived
Suffocate...strangled by the smoke of this horrid sepulcher
Asphyxiate...stifled on the ground until you're pummeled to a pulp
A choir of cadavers yet to be deceased
Singing to the tune of their own misery
A nightmare that was ripped out straight from your dreams
And then it was turned into a living hell
Chorus: (repeat twice)
Death unleashed terrorized
People dying instantly
Charred remains skeletal waste
Death in vein
Vesicate...the skin rises, blisters, and then falls of the bone
Cauterized...trapped in a crypt where they'll all incrimate
Volatile...the air that they breath incinerates their insides
Suicide...leaping to their fate to escape this crematorium
Repeat Chrous Twice
Paralyzed on the ground
The fire feels like a thousand needles poking you at once
An effigy for all to see
Their eyes over swollen in and out of consciousness
Debris consumed the epicenter
Death begins to spread at an epidemic pace
Ironically bodies burn
Their wish to be cremated has become reality
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