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Our silhouette is black and bleak, procession of my rotting worms
furious yet i ride with ease
Hear the scream it s time to die, hear the scream it s time to die
Feel the cold rise your feet, all are dead the rats in place
Hands are numb your face is cold, fingers crawl in searching birth Ancient, eyes of the dead
all are dead the rats in place
brain is dead you look so old
Hands are numb your face is cold, we ride the sea and glide the sky, mouths are gaping dripping ash
Feel the cold rise your feet, we ride the sea and glide the sky Eyes, all are dead the rats in place
Brain is dead you look so old, we ride the sea and glide the sky Of, hear the scream it s time to die
Feel the cold rise your feet, all are dead the rats in place
Hear the scream it s time to die, deceased not dead my fire burns, brain is dead you look so old
fingers crawl in searching birth
Our silhouette is black and bleak, mouths are gaping dripping ash
All around is dripping earth, fingers crawl in searching birth, our silhouette is black and bleak
Hands are numb your face is cold, our silhouette is black and bleak
we ride the sea and glide the sky
All around is dripping earth, all around is dripping earth
fingers crawl in searching birth
Hands are numb your face is cold, fingers crawl in searching birth Eyes, severed limbs you felt no slash
Brain is dead you look so old, brain is dead you look so old
Rotting cloth remains on bones, feel the cold rise your feet Eyes, crusted black putrid face
Procession of my rotting worms, hear the scream it s time to die Dead, brain is dead you look so old
eyes of the dead eyes of the dead
Our silhouette is black and bleak, soldiers rot they come from under, mouths are gaping dripping ash
deceased not dead my fire burns
we ride the sea and glide the sky
mouths are gaping dripping ash
We ride the sea and glide the sky, soldiers rot they come from under
Furious yet i ride with ease, feel the cold rise your feet, brain is dead you look so old
All are dead the rats in place, brain is dead you look so old
hear the scream it s time to die
hands are numb your face is cold
Our silhouette is black and bleak, soldiers rot they come from under Dead, procession of my rotting worms
Severed limbs you felt no slash, soldiers rot they come from under The, rolling boulders the sound of thunder
Hands are numb your face is cold, all are dead the rats in place
Feel the cold rise your feet, our silhouette is black and bleak
all around is dripping earth
crusted black putrid face
mouths are gaping dripping ash
hear the scream it s time to die
All are dead the rats in place, rotting cloth remains on bones
eyes of the dead
Feel the cold rise your feet, mouths are gaping dripping ash The, all are dead the rats in place
Procession of my rotting worms, our silhouette is black and bleak, brain is dead you look so old
Hands are numb your face is cold, severed limbs you felt no slash The, fingers crawl in searching birth
Heads in hand and silent moans, all around is dripping earth
Heads in hand and silent moans, furious yet i ride with ease, our silhouette is black and bleak
Hands are numb your face is cold, heads in hand and silent moans
fingers crawl in searching birth
feel the cold rise your feet
Rotting cloth remains on bones, heads in hand and silent moans, mouths are gaping dripping ash
rotting cloth remains on bones
mouths are gaping dripping ash
Severed limbs you felt no slash, heads in hand and silent moans
our silhouette is black and bleak
Fingers crawl in searching birth, grand invisions of crushing knees, hear the scream it s time to die
our silhouette is black and bleak
Hands are numb your face is cold, hear the scream it s time to die
We ride the sea and glide the sky, hear the scream it s time to die, severed limbs you felt no slash