Calling With The Deads
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Calling With The Deads lyrics

AlbumGore Aberration
Year2016
GenreMetal
Duration23:45
Original languageEnglish
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Original lyrics

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A pungent stent hurts My sense of smell My heart runs Cold chills runs trough my dorsal Breathless I can't move Can't feel my less The cold wind, strong and sharpened Incomprehensible beyond voices Slow Mummified human forms Stinks like disgrace Come near me The sweat runs trough my face Of widened and bloodshot eyes Terror in the bottom of my soul Internal hybrids Animal, hanged Spectrum incorparated Blood below moon light Insane faces of evil Harvesting human forms Wish to take, your soul to hell I can hear now Dragging in my direction Abominable creatures A mortuary and merciless siege The rotten breath Is sensed from far I close my eyes and wait I feel the mortuary Touch of death Teeth and claws upon me My flesh being chewed I feel like there is only My carcass left Than a magical resurrection An a terrible hunger Of human flesh

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