Текст Bloodbath – Grand Morbid Funeral

Grand morbid funeral…

With rags drenched in the deaths of our own kind
A massive tail of rats align our steps behind
Scattered crosses in every corner of our eyes

Black death leprosy slithers on skin
Pierced from within
Fever grins like a madman’s face
Ungodly fall from grace
Foul rash of agonized bleeding
The pulse receding
Vultures circle impatiently
To carve the flesh from bone fatally

Grand morbid funeral…

Many a moon on, escape from a death so certain
The plague breathes down our necks just as sure as night’s curtain
Trapped to wander this procession of inhumation
Our bloodline parched on a cursed road to stagnation
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