Famine (The Waking of the Beast)
๐ต 765 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:12 duration
๐ ID: 12524856
๐ Lyrics
These fields belong to no one - no one here but ghosts
And the screams that were buried before the frost
Mouths with thirsty throats, one way to survive
The last you'll ever see: the waking of the Beast
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
These fields of war, this means of terror
Nothing to look towards, this is our emperor
Call my name, Holodomor
The last you'll ever see
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
And the screams that were buried before the frost
Mouths with thirsty throats, one way to survive
The last you'll ever see: the waking of the Beast
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
These fields of war, this means of terror
Nothing to look towards, this is our emperor
Call my name, Holodomor
The last you'll ever see
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.59] These fields belong to no one - no one here but ghosts
[00:25.48] And the screams that were buried before the frost
[00:33.62] Mouths with thirsty throats, one way to survive
[00:41.62] The last you'll ever see: the waking of the Beast
[00:49.78] Famine take me
[00:54.18] I have forgotten my love of death
[01:05.40] These fields of war, this means of terror
[01:13.50] Nothing to look towards, this is our emperor
[01:21.56] Call my name, Holodomor
[01:29.53] The last you'll ever see
[01:37.36] With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
[01:45.42] This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
[01:53.45] Into my dripping grave, body on display
[02:01.85] Rotting and grey
[02:41.88] Famine take me
[02:46.47] I have forgotten my love of death
[02:57.46] With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
[03:05.37] This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
[03:13.36] Into my dripping grave, body on display
[03:21.92] Rotting and grey
[03:31.51]
[00:25.48] And the screams that were buried before the frost
[00:33.62] Mouths with thirsty throats, one way to survive
[00:41.62] The last you'll ever see: the waking of the Beast
[00:49.78] Famine take me
[00:54.18] I have forgotten my love of death
[01:05.40] These fields of war, this means of terror
[01:13.50] Nothing to look towards, this is our emperor
[01:21.56] Call my name, Holodomor
[01:29.53] The last you'll ever see
[01:37.36] With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
[01:45.42] This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
[01:53.45] Into my dripping grave, body on display
[02:01.85] Rotting and grey
[02:41.88] Famine take me
[02:46.47] I have forgotten my love of death
[02:57.46] With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
[03:05.37] This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
[03:13.36] Into my dripping grave, body on display
[03:21.92] Rotting and grey
[03:31.51]