I lay cold
And I can still see that sickening face I once held
In the freeze growing over my heart
I feigned remorse
And I can still see that sickening face I once held
In the freeze growing over my heart
I feigned remorse
The torment in my soul
I purged my empty fabled sorrow
With hand in hand encased
And death, the only seed you’d sown
With hand in hand encased
And death, the only seed you’d sown
My wrists were bare
As I buried you below this baron soil, choking further
As I buried you below this baron soil, choking further
This malice I’ve endured
Projections of my putrid soul
Now I lay cold
Projections of my putrid soul
Now I lay cold
Reklama
Reklama
Dirge
- Divinity
- Rapture
- Dirge
- Indoctrination
- Graveflower
- The Malevolence I've Born..
- Consigned to Oblivion
- Hypnogogia
- O Sancta Simplicitas
Reklama
Deadspace texty
- 1. Lungs
- 2. Inhale the Slime
- 3. Masturbation Ritual
- 4. The Ashes of the World
- 5. The Funeral March
- 6. Infliction
- 7. Dirge
- 8. The Seventh Death of a Fa..
- 9. The Bones Beneath My Feet
- 10. Nightfire
