Part II: Metamorphosis
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โฑ๏ธ 5:04 duration
๐ ID: 25995766
๐ Lyrics
The earth stood still
And its eyes were laid upon me
The earth stood still
And its eyes were laid upon me
Its motions mimicked mine
Its presence sheer terror
Activated a primal fear in my mind
There is no extension to this room
It's only a looking glass
My body slumps to the ground
The fireplace adds no warmth to my features
Ghoulish skin peels and slips from the bone
And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
Poking through, piercing flesh
The unmistakable form of the reaper
And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
Poking through, piercing flesh
In the black pits of where my eyes once were
My piercing gaze catches the faintest glimmer of ice
The unmistakable form of the reaper
No mercy shown on this wretched creature
Translucent skin falls on my ribs
I cannot remember my own face
Panic sets in I rip and shed the skin
Flowing robes spill from underneath
Enveloping my anatomy
Serpents uncoil
Beneath the sleeves
Finding their home in my hands
Rigor mortis setting in
Molding themselves into the epochal scythe
That has guided souls for millennia
I don't remember my own face anymore
But all of humanity knows this specter
Memories reached out and snag my robes
The scythe swing, swings low
I ride now with the mocking and friendly ghouls of the night
Wind and play by day amongst the catacombs
The scythe swing, swings low
And its eyes were laid upon me
The earth stood still
And its eyes were laid upon me
Its motions mimicked mine
Its presence sheer terror
Activated a primal fear in my mind
There is no extension to this room
It's only a looking glass
My body slumps to the ground
The fireplace adds no warmth to my features
Ghoulish skin peels and slips from the bone
And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
Poking through, piercing flesh
The unmistakable form of the reaper
And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
Poking through, piercing flesh
In the black pits of where my eyes once were
My piercing gaze catches the faintest glimmer of ice
The unmistakable form of the reaper
No mercy shown on this wretched creature
Translucent skin falls on my ribs
I cannot remember my own face
Panic sets in I rip and shed the skin
Flowing robes spill from underneath
Enveloping my anatomy
Serpents uncoil
Beneath the sleeves
Finding their home in my hands
Rigor mortis setting in
Molding themselves into the epochal scythe
That has guided souls for millennia
I don't remember my own face anymore
But all of humanity knows this specter
Memories reached out and snag my robes
The scythe swing, swings low
I ride now with the mocking and friendly ghouls of the night
Wind and play by day amongst the catacombs
The scythe swing, swings low
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.48] The earth stood still
[00:13.26] And its eyes were laid upon me
[00:17.85] The earth stood still
[00:22.83] And its eyes were laid upon me
[00:48.55] Its motions mimicked mine
[00:51.34] Its presence sheer terror
[00:53.20] Activated a primal fear in my mind
[01:05.96] There is no extension to this room
[01:08.87] It's only a looking glass
[01:11.01] My body slumps to the ground
[01:15.58] The fireplace adds no warmth to my features
[01:20.15] Ghoulish skin peels and slips from the bone
[01:24.21] And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
[01:27.63] Poking through, piercing flesh
[01:30.11] The unmistakable form of the reaper
[01:33.87] And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
[01:36.79] Poking through, piercing flesh
[01:39.09] In the black pits of where my eyes once were
[01:43.09] My piercing gaze catches the faintest glimmer of ice
[01:48.42] The unmistakable form of the reaper
[01:56.83] No mercy shown on this wretched creature
[02:01.08] Translucent skin falls on my ribs
[02:26.65] I cannot remember my own face
[02:29.24] Panic sets in I rip and shed the skin
[02:32.91] Flowing robes spill from underneath
[02:36.59] Enveloping my anatomy
[02:41.32] Serpents uncoil
[02:43.68] Beneath the sleeves
[02:55.75] Finding their home in my hands
[03:00.42] Rigor mortis setting in
[03:05.21] Molding themselves into the epochal scythe
[03:10.12] That has guided souls for millennia
[03:25.09] I don't remember my own face anymore
[03:29.97] But all of humanity knows this specter
[03:38.65] Memories reached out and snag my robes
[03:43.84] The scythe swing, swings low
[03:48.91] I ride now with the mocking and friendly ghouls of the night
[03:54.15] Wind and play by day amongst the catacombs
[03:56.70] The scythe swing, swings low
[03:59.28]
[00:13.26] And its eyes were laid upon me
[00:17.85] The earth stood still
[00:22.83] And its eyes were laid upon me
[00:48.55] Its motions mimicked mine
[00:51.34] Its presence sheer terror
[00:53.20] Activated a primal fear in my mind
[01:05.96] There is no extension to this room
[01:08.87] It's only a looking glass
[01:11.01] My body slumps to the ground
[01:15.58] The fireplace adds no warmth to my features
[01:20.15] Ghoulish skin peels and slips from the bone
[01:24.21] And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
[01:27.63] Poking through, piercing flesh
[01:30.11] The unmistakable form of the reaper
[01:33.87] And underneath the veneer, glimpses of blackened thread
[01:36.79] Poking through, piercing flesh
[01:39.09] In the black pits of where my eyes once were
[01:43.09] My piercing gaze catches the faintest glimmer of ice
[01:48.42] The unmistakable form of the reaper
[01:56.83] No mercy shown on this wretched creature
[02:01.08] Translucent skin falls on my ribs
[02:26.65] I cannot remember my own face
[02:29.24] Panic sets in I rip and shed the skin
[02:32.91] Flowing robes spill from underneath
[02:36.59] Enveloping my anatomy
[02:41.32] Serpents uncoil
[02:43.68] Beneath the sleeves
[02:55.75] Finding their home in my hands
[03:00.42] Rigor mortis setting in
[03:05.21] Molding themselves into the epochal scythe
[03:10.12] That has guided souls for millennia
[03:25.09] I don't remember my own face anymore
[03:29.97] But all of humanity knows this specter
[03:38.65] Memories reached out and snag my robes
[03:43.84] The scythe swing, swings low
[03:48.91] I ride now with the mocking and friendly ghouls of the night
[03:54.15] Wind and play by day amongst the catacombs
[03:56.70] The scythe swing, swings low
[03:59.28]