Whitemour - Seven three one


Spare no one they shout without warning
so begins the morbid desecration
endless pain and the pauseless torture
suffering without solution

Vaporized future, carpet bombing, liquid drowning
Moulder of flesh, bone breaker, mental cage
pestilent dreams, fractal body, crushed face
viral host, insane violence, pure conscience

Infinite ways of the suffering
elegant form of the slaughtering
Macabre dance in the garden of the blades
shocking ballet of the pure carnal (horror...)

Future erased with one single sweep
so I drown myself into napalm bath
I turn into rotting damned husk
Let the choir of the worms chant the song for the dead

[Chorus]
I can hear the ashes of the dead, howling in the whirling wind
In the bloody soil I stand alone, in the grave of the thousand souls
From the burning pyres of the dead I arise, I hear the cries for the mercy
I woke up to the nightmare, in the unit, seven three one

How this can be, how did I get here
did I done something to deserve this?
All hope is gone, I surrender
to the viral void, to the nightmare

In the empire of death
Six feet under leads the fate
Let the wolfs devour my existence
Into nothingness I ultimately vanish...

[interlude/Chorus]
I can hear the ashes of the dead, howling in the whirling wind
In the bloody soil I stand alone, in the grave of the thousand souls
From the burning pyres of the dead I arise, I hear the cries for the mercy
I woke up to the nightmare, in the unit, seven three one

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