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Thrust into black, whirling deep locomotion,
Crushed under stone and rubble demolition.
Raw nerves collide under dark premonitions.
Home is a tomb of black smoke burning coffins, yeah.
And I'm feeling today so lost and strange.
The fields of death are along the way,
And I know that the dead are all I have,
Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth.
You will find the casket empty after midnight,
A madman at your door in the morning of tomorrow.
The shadows speak, the candles wave when no one's there.
My murdered life, the ravens fly, and I am alone and nobody cares.
And I'm feeling today so lost and strange.
The fields of death are along the way,
And I know that the dead are all I have,
Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth.
Fear in his heart that drove the madness,
Putrid, decay, grinning maggots.
Life that fades away from twisted bodies,
A corpse of blue ooze from the coffin.
And I'm feeling today so lost and strange.
The fields of death are along the way,
And I know that the dead are all I have,
Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth.
- Album:
- Lust for Sacrilege
- Born With A Scorpion’s Touch
- Miscellaneous
- 13 Halloweens
- The Traveling Vampire Show
- III - They Call Us Death
- Dayglo Necros
- This is Horrorpunk 2 ...the Terror Continues
- Prom Queen Massacre
- Ghouls Gone Wild
- Midnight Spookshow
- The Horror of It All, Volume Two
- I Killed Punk Rock
- III - They Call Us Death (Remastered)