Тексты песен «Conducting From the Grave»
Conducting From the Grave - A Never Ending Search For Closure
Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge. My hands carry the scent of the souless, the soul seeking. I hold out my hands using this frame to seek vengeance upon the living through possession killing their...
Conducting From the Grave - And Our War Will Dawn
Since the dawn of time It's been told that the path of the righteous will lead us to glory And through our convictions we're born anew With the blood of our foes stained on our hands The seas will flow red when the...
Conducting From the Grave - Eternally Gutted
A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. A thousand hearts to perish, a million cities to burn experience within existence is...
Conducting From the Grave - From Ruins We Rise
Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten, Once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in a nameless tomb, For we journeyed forth on a path of empty promises paved by the bones of our...
Conducting From the Grave - Improper Burial
Forsaken in past passages. Told through the eyes of legends. The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. From this view you can see the ash clouds and smell the villagers' hair and skin...
Conducting From the Grave - In Times Of Wars And Worries
I write in times of wars and worries for I set out to do battle with the likes of your past. I engage in this onslaught with only my bare hands. Clawing out my own eyes for yesterdays shadows. Paint vivid pictures of...
Conducting From the Grave - Marching Towards Extinction
Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls. The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls. Passing through a candlelit chamber of lies Wealth can't escape the shrilling screams of...
Conducting From the Grave - The Skies Are Blackened Not By Clouds But Insect
Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and the hate driven. A glimpse into the future. Standing on the edge of...
Conducting From the Grave - The Skies Are Blackened Not By Clouds, But Insec
Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and the hate driven. A glimpse into the future. Standing on the edge of...
Conducting From the Grave - The Skies Are Blackened Not By Clouds, But Insects
Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and the hate driven. A glimpse into the future. Standing on the...
Conducting From the Grave - When Legends Become Dust
Sometimes I get the feeling that I am stuck in some sort of dream, unable to wake up, yet able to watch my entire world collapse around me. Time is such a violent predator always waiting to hear the news post...
Conducting From the Grave - When Two Blood Types Coalesce
Two fingers hold a light, that in time will filter out all the bad times. Cherishing a nourished future, holding onto letting go. Saltwater expressions wash over a pale face, leaving the other to reflect it back. A...