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Enthral
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Fields Of Death
Time grinds slowly, yet the wheel never seems to turn And as so many times before I stare into the night And let it take me away
Outside the Dome where images twist into form Like a typhoon of dead faces that won't leave me alone I stagger towards the burial ground
And here it calls again This cancer that feeds off me
Running away from death A cold naked body staining the winding sheets Blindfolded and paralyzed, the ideal scenery is set For the parasite that feeds on the sick
Pulled by the hair and kicked down the stairs of its cortex A labyrinth of darkness, hear the moans of the tortured For you should know we're the ones to take the blame Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Worthless offerings torn to shreds by the fangs of the insane
At the final stage of madness I will find my peace No more to desperately cling to a lifelong disease And from there another journey has started As I enter the catacombs of the departed
Yet still it calls for me In death there is no relief
On the fields of death every path leads to an open grave Time and time again, in my hands the hangman's noose And here I will stay
Hiding in the wind, where I can dream and descend To where no light can harm me, no sun to burn my wounds Only the prayers that call me back to the dawn
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