Lyrics March Thru Pain - Dust Bolt

March Thru Pain

Liberating sanctified thoughts took him to the bone
Conspiracy or solution?
A body surrounded hole
See the tortured minds
See their eyes so blind
Another massacre
Through the eye of a storm
Blood clouded dust
Death, pestering reality, chosen or not?
March thru pain, all insane
Bullets fly, a ballad’s end
One road that i must take
No one ever has returned yet
Flowers are dead, the turf looks pale
No memory to take from here
Mouths spews skin
Take the skin
Come and yield you little fucking prey
As dark clouds drift across clear skies
And bare my whole demise
Beware the serpent smile
When in darkness the holy cry
A heart sees its own image painted in the sky
It’s nothing but cold winter
Winter dark and wild
As a stranger i arrived
As a stranger again i leave
I must find my own way
Through this darkened grief
The eye of the storm, blood clouded dust
Death, pestering reality, chosen or not?
March thru pain, all insane, bullets fly
A ballad’s end
One road that i must take
No one ever has returned
Corpses fall down, in death they trust
It’s all on to die
Warfare’s spot, sun now hides
Vomit on their lies
Death to souls, torture rules
Painted in common graves
Only the dead will see the end of war, of a life of savage taste