
Date of issue: 14.09.2017
Song language: English
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 |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Death Supremacy | 2017 |
The White Death | 2017 |
Frozen Meadows | 2017 |
Cyanide Finale | 2017 |
Longing for Winter | 2017 |
Mother of Defeat | 2017 |
One Hundred Days | 2017 |
Ripping Wounds | 2017 |
Landscapes of Burning Limbs | 2017 |
Leading Them (Through the Pearly Gates) | 2017 |