Funeral Thirst

Album: Funeral Thirst (2003)
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  • The brightest full moon light entrances me
    It calls me forth
    Yet I have not the strength to move
    In stasis, I rot away and dream
    Dream of forgotten years
    Dream of the touch of another's hand
    I am to be a meal of starved worms
    My nerves are twisting for the light of my salvation
    I rest beneath where I remain as cold as clay
    Eternal pain is swelling in my joints

    Somewhere within me a flame is slowly born
    Inside this shell of bloated flesh grows life anew
    Infernal, the moon distorts my mind
    My veins jolt back to life, pushing the fluids of the damned

    I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray
    My body writhes without consent of conscience
    I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue
    I shall walk the earth once more

    From beyond the strings are pulled
    I know not what has made me this way
    The animation of my rigid corpse
    I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate

    All the words of the preacher
    All the tears of my family in vain
    I shall again walk amongst them
    My penance with blood be repaid!
    Repaid!

    Dead hand grasps for the still night air
    I am now free to maim!
    There cannot be a god for he would not forgive this
    Despicable inhuman monster; rotten, twisted and deformed
    I am now a tool of my unholy instinct
    Entrails strewn at my bidding
    A mockery of all I was

    I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray
    My body writhes without consent of conscience
    I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue
    I shall walk the earth once more

    From beyond the strings are pulled
    I know not what has made this way
    The animation of my rigid corpse
    I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate

    All the words of the preacher
    All the tears of my family in vain
    I shall again walk amongst them
    My penance with blood be repaid!
    Repaid! Writer/s: BRIAN ESCHBACH, CORY GRADY, DAVID LOCK, JOHN KEMPAINEN, TREVOR STRNAD
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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