Lyrics Feeding the Flies - Kadaverdisciplin

Feeding the Flies

In coal black trenches in the still of the night
Placed in perfect view scattered upon a hill
Below flickering stars they’re feeding their hate
Eagerly waiting for the moment to kill
March of boots in numbers unknown
Piercing the silence, disrupts the heavenly peace
The roar of trumptes the bloodbells chime
Symphony of violence
Psalm of the dead
They’re holding the lines for glory or death
Knee deep in mud of the hand digged trench
Where thousands and millions flies feast
Upon the rotting and decaying flesh of the dead
The sight
The stench
The everlasting nightmare
That even with closed eyes cannot be unseen
In coal black trenches in the still of the night
Placed in perfect view scattered upon a hill
Below flickering stars they’re feeding their hate
Eagerly waiting for the moment to kill
March of boots in numbers unknown
Piercing the silence, disrupts the heavenly peace
The roar of trumptes the bloodbells chime
Symphony of violence
Psalm of the dead
A choir of weeping angels
In the deathbringers dance