Carnophage - Corpsefield | Текст песни

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• Carnophage
• Corpsefield

halls of death, and ruthless enemies
they have all deserved to be in there
hearts are full of grief, dissapointment
dreadfull nightmares dwelling into your mind

since you have been declerated as an ornament
your are the prisoner of your own obsessions
pressure on the walls of your own mind
pressure of your never existed life and hopes

heads are saturated they are still smiling
into your head they are still screaming

halls of dead, ruthless enemies
schizophrenic... torment...

this is the gash
eternal sleep

your are drawned in love but you are betraying
despite yout anger and begging you are isolated