Ghosts of Nowhere (Cruor Aeternum)
Our homes, like rats we fled
Grit teeth and gun to head
We roam, this pack of strays
Defy till the end of (Our) days
These fallow fields are where we belong
A faded echo of what we have become
Lowered eyes and the stench of despair
The dead that haunt these streets are the ghosts of nowhere
As the needle pricks the skin
The unravelling begins
The flood that cleanses all
No pride before the fall
We turn our gaze to those behind
These shattered dreams and ruined lives
These fallow fields are where we belong
A faded echo of what we have become
Lowered eyes and the stench of despair
The dead that haunt these streets are the ghosts of nowhere
These shards cut, wounds are deep
Ground into cracked concrete
From gallows voices cry
To barren, empty skies
We turn our gaze to those behind
These shattered dreams and ruined lives
This vicious chance to hand it back
For what's been stolen, we now collect
They feast on charred remains
Snapped bones pierce empty veins
This corpse has now been bled
And finally left for dead
These fallow fields are where we belong
A faded echo of what we have become
Lowered eyes and the stench of despair
The dead that haunt these streets are the ghosts of nowhere
This vicious chance to hand it back
For what's been stolen, we now collect
Grit teeth and gun to head
We roam, this pack of strays
Defy till the end of (Our) days
These fallow fields are where we belong
A faded echo of what we have become
Lowered eyes and the stench of despair
The dead that haunt these streets are the ghosts of nowhere
As the needle pricks the skin
The unravelling begins
The flood that cleanses all
No pride before the fall
We turn our gaze to those behind
These shattered dreams and ruined lives
These fallow fields are where we belong
A faded echo of what we have become
Lowered eyes and the stench of despair
The dead that haunt these streets are the ghosts of nowhere
These shards cut, wounds are deep
Ground into cracked concrete
From gallows voices cry
To barren, empty skies
We turn our gaze to those behind
These shattered dreams and ruined lives
This vicious chance to hand it back
For what's been stolen, we now collect
They feast on charred remains
Snapped bones pierce empty veins
This corpse has now been bled
And finally left for dead
These fallow fields are where we belong
A faded echo of what we have become
Lowered eyes and the stench of despair
The dead that haunt these streets are the ghosts of nowhere
This vicious chance to hand it back
For what's been stolen, we now collect
Credits
Writer(s): L H
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Other Album Tracks
- The Congressman (Maniacal Disorder)
- Blooding the Troops (Propagation)
- Thousand Cuts (Carceral Minds)
- Requiem (Mortuus Viven)
- Our War (Credible Threat)
- Ruins That Remain (Left Hand Path)
- Putrid Tributaries (Pulverized Humanity)
- Endless Nights (Sulis)
- Ghosts of Nowhere (Cruor Aeternum)
- Requiem (Merciful Darkness) - Redux
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