Songtexte Grand Morbid Funeral - Bloodbath
                                                With 
                                                rags 
                                                drenched 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                deaths 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                own 
                                                kind
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                massive 
                                                tail 
                                                of 
                                                rats 
                                                align 
                                                our 
                                                steps 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Scattered 
                                                crosses 
                                                in 
                                                every 
                                                corner 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                our 
                                                mouths 
                                                drown 
                                                in 
                                                oceans 
                                                of 
                                                swarming 
                                                flies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                death 
                                                leprosy 
                                                slithers 
                                                on 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pierced 
                                                from 
                                                within
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fever 
                                                grins 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                madman′s 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ungodly 
                                                fall 
                                                from 
                                                grace
 
                                    
                                
                                                Foul 
                                                rash 
                                                of 
                                                agonized 
                                                bleeding
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pulse 
                                                receding
 
                                    
                                
                                                Vultures 
                                                circle 
                                                impatiently
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                carve 
                                                the 
                                                flesh 
                                                from 
                                                bone 
                                                fatally
 
                                    
                                
                                                Many 
                                                    a 
                                                moon 
                                                on, 
                                                escape 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                death 
                                                so 
                                                certain
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                plague 
                                                breathes 
                                                down 
                                                our 
                                                necks 
                                                just 
                                                as 
                                                sure 
                                                as 
                                                night's 
                                                curtain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trapped 
                                                to 
                                                wander 
                                                this 
                                                procession 
                                                of 
                                                inhumation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                bloodline 
                                                parched 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                cursed 
                                                road 
                                                to 
                                                stagnation
 
                                    
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