Paroles de In This We Dwell

We adapt to pain In the hour we'll fight until the grave As darkness sets on dead cells Crawling rise, to which they fell The dead sing out for my soul Before they hide in their own hell In this we dwell In this we dwell We are trapped in blame, in a tower of spite Until the darkness strikes the death knell Paralysed bewitch the spell The dead sing out for my soul A torment thrives this dismal shell In this we dwell In this we dwell As darkness sets on dead cells Crawling rise, to which they fell The dead sing out for my soul Before they hide in their own hell In this we dwell In this we dwell