Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Massgrave, artist - Vortex. Album song Open The Gate, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 06.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vortex
Song language: English
Massgrave |
There’s no way back |
These lives would have ended anyway |
They’re still together |
But there’s no talking anymore |
The deed is done |
And they’re finally on there last way |
They will be together eternally |
But will they silence forever? |
Massgrave… Masters of massgrave day |
Massgrave… masters of war |
The act is completed |
The deed is completely done |
There’s nothing wrong |
We’re going strong, we’re going on |
The slaughter’s here, it’s massgrave day |
The end of the path shows a light |
But there’s no mercy in it |
Just like the fire’s from heaven |
It’s like the signals up from hell |
They’re living their last lives |
The masters will massacre these pour souls |
They live their final days |
The slaughter |
Will reach them soon |
The end of the path shows a light |
Pity there’s no mercy in it |
It’s like a fire from heaven |
It’s like a signal up from hell |
The Beauty And The Teeth |
The rather slow and grey days of my childhood |
Were enlighted by here presence of my illness |
Was enlightned by her laughter |
She was so fine, she was so warm |
Her beauty was so majestic and great |
She had the face of an angel of hope to me |
It was so heavenly and pale |
Berenice give me your teeth |
Berenice, please |
Then she got ill and faded fast |
Her beauty turned into sickening ugliness |
While her state of mind got worse and worse |
I was in the worst of states myself |
All that remained of her heavenly beauty was |
A set of teeth in her glorious mouth |
32 gorgious, precious little tombstones |
laughed at me in a horny horror |
How obsessed I was, by what she possessed |
But what caused awful state of shock? |
What was it that frightened me so much? |
Was it the voice of my dear conscience? |
The smell of wet clothes covered with mud? |
The feel of wet hands covered with blood? |
Or is it the sight of that precious little box |
That just fell from the table to the floor? |