Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead & Grotesque, artist - Spawn of Possession. Album song Noctambulant, in the genre
Date of issue: 30.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blakk, Pama
Song language: English
Dead & Grotesque |
One Candle left to burn now, a mountain left to scale |
To prove my dedication, a final bond to cut |
Birth was the start of a vain search for lies, banalities forced to endure |
I ask you deliverer, can you take this pain, to pay this I need you undone |
Another gift was offered, her life left in my fist |
To accept my blessing, bowed her head, disgraced |
Face start to glow as I enter and enslave her |
My force starts to work upon her soul |
I am your heir and the legacy your own one |
For love you shall visit this dark plane |
Her twitching body’s aching, it shakes in fear, the tears are pouring down |
She begs in cries to heaven, my sin was wrong, can you forgive my actions |
No fucking way |
What she disturbed awoke, opened up its eyes |
Watching her decay, bleeding seems to be its ways |
Pungent odors now rise, gore, trembling in fear |
For a piece of mind is a distant memory |
By the carnage of her soul, dead, mutilated faith |
Demonized in deep, tunnel, life is now enclosed |
Revelations is all gone, haunt, for the guilty one |
Framed within the dark, evil, exits won’t appear |
You have been measured and your sins will condemn you |
You gave life, it has to be reversed |
Judgment now passes and she looks at her body |
The stench comes from her own rotting flesh |
Demonic environment it’s trying to pierce through her soul |
All that surrounds her must die, reach for the fire axe |
Stab the shadows cutting the air effect none, there’s no escape |
Start to realize she will hit nothing fleeing from the holocaust |
Understand it’s useless to run |
As hostage she will serve me, locked forever trapped |
A sacrifice of willing, bought me tremendous might |
Stepped out of life into places of obscured chaotic dimensions abroad |
Unspeakable terror to man its unknown the kind of destruction it holds |
No more strings sustain me, I’ll leave for what’s beyond |
My Dead soul now waiting, before the gates bizarre |