Song | As the World Keels Over |
Artist | Dark Fortress |
Album | Ylem |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Awaken | |
Dispel the dream of soul | |
The swarm must have taken you | |
Surrender | |
Look around you | |
The aeons are caving in | |
Ghosts of longing fade | |
The emptiness draws crimson dew | |
Abandoned lie the heavens | |
The aeons are caving in | |
What happened? | |
Deserted flesh, in havoc draped | |
Pantheons clotted rusty residue | |
Man falls as the world keels over | |
Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
Count your blessings | |
Time has crumbled | |
The seams are caving in | |
All is silent | |
The razor’s medium | |
Behold surprisingly complete overcoming | |
Only putrefaction | |
Remains to tell the tale | |
Of how the death never rose from their graves | |
When, like choking flesh | |
Embalmed by the reek of odium | |
The last mouths have stopped flapping | |
Then we must be through | |
Man falls as the world keels over | |
Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
Count your blessings | |
Time has crumbled | |
The aeons are caving in | |
A ceremony of subsiding pentance | |
A silent epitaph for a fevered vacuum |
Awaken | |
Dispel the dream of soul | |
The swarm must have taken you | |
Surrender | |
Look around you | |
The aeons are caving in | |
Ghosts of longing fade | |
The emptiness draws crimson dew | |
Abandoned lie the heavens | |
The aeons are caving in | |
What happened? | |
Deserted flesh, in havoc draped | |
Pantheons clotted rusty residue | |
Man falls as the world keels over | |
Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
Count your blessings | |
Time has crumbled | |
The seams are caving in | |
All is silent | |
The razor' s medium | |
Behold surprisingly complete overcoming | |
Only putrefaction | |
Remains to tell the tale | |
Of how the death never rose from their graves | |
When, like choking flesh | |
Embalmed by the reek of odium | |
The last mouths have stopped flapping | |
Then we must be through | |
Man falls as the world keels over | |
Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
Count your blessings | |
Time has crumbled | |
The aeons are caving in | |
A ceremony of subsiding pentance | |
A silent epitaph for a fevered vacuum |
Awaken | |
Dispel the dream of soul | |
The swarm must have taken you | |
Surrender | |
Look around you | |
The aeons are caving in | |
Ghosts of longing fade | |
The emptiness draws crimson dew | |
Abandoned lie the heavens | |
The aeons are caving in | |
What happened? | |
Deserted flesh, in havoc draped | |
Pantheons clotted rusty residue | |
Man falls as the world keels over | |
Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
Count your blessings | |
Time has crumbled | |
The seams are caving in | |
All is silent | |
The razor' s medium | |
Behold surprisingly complete overcoming | |
Only putrefaction | |
Remains to tell the tale | |
Of how the death never rose from their graves | |
When, like choking flesh | |
Embalmed by the reek of odium | |
The last mouths have stopped flapping | |
Then we must be through | |
Man falls as the world keels over | |
Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
Count your blessings | |
Time has crumbled | |
The aeons are caving in | |
A ceremony of subsiding pentance | |
A silent epitaph for a fevered vacuum |