Thrust into black, whirling deep locomotion, Crushed under stone and rubble demolition. Raw nerves collide under dark premonitions. Home is a tomb of black smoke burning coffins, yeah.
And I'm feeling today so lost and strange. The fields of death are along the way, And I know that the dead are all I have, Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth.
You will find the casket empty after midnight, A madman at your door in the morning of tomorrow. The shadows speak, the candles wave when no one's there. My murdered life, the ravens fly, and I am alone and nobody cares.
And I'm feeling today so lost and strange. The fields of death are along the way, And I know that the dead are all I have, Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth.
Fear in his heart that drove the madness, Putrid, decay, grinning maggots. Life that fades away from twisted bodies, A corpse of blue ooze from the coffin.
And I'm feeling today so lost and strange. The fields of death are along the way, And I know that the dead are all I have, Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth.