Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Funeral Thirst , by - The Black Dahlia Murder. Song from the album Unhallowed, in the genre Release date: 16.06.2003
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Funeral Thirst |
| The brightest full moon light entrances me It calls me forth |
| Yet I have not the strength to move |
| In stasis, I rot away and dream |
| Dream of forgotten years |
| Dream of the touch of another’s hand |
| I am to be a meal of starved worms |
| My nerves are twisting for the light of my salvation |
| I rest beneath where I remain as cold as clay |
| Eternal pain is swelling in my joints |
| Somewhere within me a flame is slowly born |
| Inside this shell of bloated flesh grows life anew |
| Infernal, the moon distorts my mind |
| My veins jolt back to life, pushing the fluids of the damned |
| I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray |
| My body writhes without consent of conscience |
| I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue |
| I shall walk the earth once more |
| From beyond the strings are pulled |
| I know not what has made me this way |
| The animation of my rigid corpse |
| I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate |
| All the words of the preacher |
| All the tears of my family in vain |
| I shall again walk amongst them |
| My penance with blood be repaid! |
| Repaid! |
| Dead hand grasps for the still night air |
| I am now free to maim! |
| There cannot be a god for he would not forgive this |
| Despicable inhuman monster; |
| rotten, twisted and deformed |
| I am now a tool of my unholy instinct |
| Entrails strewn at my bidding |
| A mockery of all I was |
| I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray |
| My body writhes without consent of conscience |
| I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue |
| I shall walk the earth once more |
| From beyond the strings are pulled |
| I know not what has made this way |
| The animation of my rigid corpse |
| I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate |
| All the words of the preacher |
| All the tears of my family in vain |
| I shall again walk amongst them |
| My penance with blood be repaid! |
| Repaid! |