Blazing Corpse (2023 Remaster)
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โฑ๏ธ 2:04 duration
๐ ID: 25653908
๐ Lyrics
Decomposing, infected tissues are creating
Flesh that's broken, malfeasance dropping
Corpses creating an ambulant mass
Set up in flames, this pit is wasted
As flesh becomes a dying flame
I live in this place where I'm sure I can't evacuate
No means to survive, no hope, I'm too weak to escape
The rotting remains of a broken human state
The building is broken, and I'm slowly put to sleep
Human skin like a board
A tomb with no heart
Clawed to a crest
Human being scraped from my lust
The pale texturing of the hollow spine
The thickened sponges, the reformed skull form
The caged insinuate the tragic atonement
My flesh is now the inbreeding of the dead
Watch them burn
The nails are red, blood is coursing from this flesh
Bricks are red, tombs is the resting of the pest
Slaughtered cadavers, the stench is too much to tolerate
She infests with the flesh, it's a tragic, dying plague
The howling of many, many, now they're fucking dead
The howling makes sense, can you hear my bony breath?
The pain's too much, the flesh is broken
And the corpse is the tomb, to the cold dark decay
Human body, dead
A frozen tomb
Creeping the rest
Return to crest
Flesh that's broken, malfeasance dropping
Corpses creating an ambulant mass
Set up in flames, this pit is wasted
As flesh becomes a dying flame
I live in this place where I'm sure I can't evacuate
No means to survive, no hope, I'm too weak to escape
The rotting remains of a broken human state
The building is broken, and I'm slowly put to sleep
Human skin like a board
A tomb with no heart
Clawed to a crest
Human being scraped from my lust
The pale texturing of the hollow spine
The thickened sponges, the reformed skull form
The caged insinuate the tragic atonement
My flesh is now the inbreeding of the dead
Watch them burn
The nails are red, blood is coursing from this flesh
Bricks are red, tombs is the resting of the pest
Slaughtered cadavers, the stench is too much to tolerate
She infests with the flesh, it's a tragic, dying plague
The howling of many, many, now they're fucking dead
The howling makes sense, can you hear my bony breath?
The pain's too much, the flesh is broken
And the corpse is the tomb, to the cold dark decay
Human body, dead
A frozen tomb
Creeping the rest
Return to crest