Dragged Down
I am crawling in the mud with broken knees
Here I carry the burden of life that wants to be free
The despair in my eyes seek no picture of heaven's grace
As the abode of the dead is calling me in its shed
The earth breaks into the layer of its core
From here protrudes a pair of magma laden hands
He calls me inside, where the Styx flows within
The graveyard of angels for their immortal sins
With a sheer I pull into the underground
My breath comes to a final seize
And I die to be bury myself within
As the godly face comes with a grin
Drowned into a dismal excrement of remains
The mass graveyards eat up my bare presence
Senseless - I toil inside my broken mind
For the great Hades has descended into time
I stand before
The skeletal throne
With blood streams
Flooding on
To the floor
The marching of an undead army, before the burning lamps
They chant for God of Death!
They scream for slaves in chains!
The clashing of steels and gold, in chariots they ride
They cheer for God of Death!
Voice of Hate!
Hades nigh!
And so I get back down to where I belong
The surface that fills my heart with laughter
It feels like a curse to be back in the divinity's sphere
As I have been dragged down below by the hands of despair
Here I carry the burden of life that wants to be free
The despair in my eyes seek no picture of heaven's grace
As the abode of the dead is calling me in its shed
The earth breaks into the layer of its core
From here protrudes a pair of magma laden hands
He calls me inside, where the Styx flows within
The graveyard of angels for their immortal sins
With a sheer I pull into the underground
My breath comes to a final seize
And I die to be bury myself within
As the godly face comes with a grin
Drowned into a dismal excrement of remains
The mass graveyards eat up my bare presence
Senseless - I toil inside my broken mind
For the great Hades has descended into time
I stand before
The skeletal throne
With blood streams
Flooding on
To the floor
The marching of an undead army, before the burning lamps
They chant for God of Death!
They scream for slaves in chains!
The clashing of steels and gold, in chariots they ride
They cheer for God of Death!
Voice of Hate!
Hades nigh!
And so I get back down to where I belong
The surface that fills my heart with laughter
It feels like a curse to be back in the divinity's sphere
As I have been dragged down below by the hands of despair
Credits
Writer(s): Mir Hisham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.