Buried By The Dead 歌词

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