Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dripping Limbs, Faces of Torment, artist -Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Dripping Limbs, Faces of Torment |
| Hate and emptiness run through me |
| Moving in the shadows, the bringers of night |
| Our gift, our way to take life |
| The hunt is relentless |
| The moon exposes them, faces of agony |
| Emotions run wild, but my rage runs deeper than love |
| In this lonely moment, no one is by your side |
| And yet God watches at a distance |
| The wind chills the open wound |
| Curse thee for granting me pain |
| Resting in blood |
| This night is my battlefield |
| Each phase of pain passes quickly 'til there is nothing left |
| 'Cause the hunt is relentless |
| The journey from life and the ending of time |
| This moment, no one is by your side |
| He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no light |
| He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no sight |
| And no one to remember |
| Disfigured, mangled, and tortured souls forgotten |
| Mother darkness, swallow them |
| For they now know the truth, the bringers of night |
| Our gift, our way to take life |
| The hunt is relentless, and my rage runs deeper than love |
| Hate and emptiness run through me |
| Moving in the shadows, the bringers of night |
| Our gift, our way to take life |
| The hunt is relentless |
| In this lonely moment, no one is by your side, and yet he watches |
| The wind chills the open wound |
| Curse thee for granting me pain |
| Resting in blood |
| This night is my battlefield |
| Each phase of pain passes quickly |
| I look up to the sky as entrails fall on mother earth |
| If there’s a savior, we call on him |
| Hear our cries |
| The wind chills the open wound |
| Curse thee for granting me pain |
| Resting in blood |
| This night is my battlefield |
| Each phase of pain passes quickly 'til there is nothing left |
| I look up to the sky as entrails fall on mother earth |
| If there’s a savior, we call on him |
| Hear our cries |
| The bringers of night |
| Our gift, our way to take life |
| The hunt is relentless |
| He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no light |
| He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no sight |
| And no one to remember |
| Disfigured, mangled, and tortured souls forgotten |
| Mother darkness, swallow them |