Song | Frozen Screams |
Artist | Deceased |
Album | Supernatural Addiction |
作曲 : Deceased, Fowley | |
Frozen screams and lasting fear are living in her head, | |
For in her mind the horror lies from a meeting with the dead, | |
She tells her story without a doubt while under doctor's care, | |
Is it mental illness maybe lies or just the creepy truth? | |
It all began with a romance lost two worlds that did collide, | |
The wish for urgence to the grave brought murder into his mind, | |
With a mistress waiting for his touch with pleasure he'll take her life, | |
An axe in hand he chopped the body of an aging, nagging wife, | |
Listen for the frozen screams they are out there somewhere, | |
Ready waiting to be heard by those who do believe, | |
Into a freezer he placed the corpse now bagged and stored like meat, | |
Her head and torso torn apart the hands, the legs, the feet, | |
Without remorse he now prepares to leave this all behind, | |
He sits and waits his lover's call to secretly arrive, | |
But his wife belonged to voodoo and the story took a turn, | |
With sweet revenge his life was lost by her dead and broken corpse, | |
Without a warning his lover crept into the horror house, | |
She searched for him most everywhere then came amongst his corpse, | |
The mistress's mind was pouring out but terror was not complete, | |
For all around her possessed limbs came rabid for her life, | |
With the axe he used to kill her once she swung to stop the bones, | |
But on her throat the grip of death was quickly taking hold, | |
She chopped at limbs one thousand times and fell into a trance, | |
This final vision of that night still lives inside her head, | |
In asylum now she sits alone with a story unbelieved, | |
There was no body of a woman found only a strangled man, | |
Deep down inside there is the truth but others they see guilt, | |
Around her doctors find her world insane without a doubt, | |
Frozen screams, listen for frozen screams... |
zuò qǔ : Deceased, Fowley | |
Frozen screams and lasting fear are living in her head, | |
For in her mind the horror lies from a meeting with the dead, | |
She tells her story without a doubt while under doctor' s care, | |
Is it mental illness maybe lies or just the creepy truth? | |
It all began with a romance lost two worlds that did collide, | |
The wish for urgence to the grave brought murder into his mind, | |
With a mistress waiting for his touch with pleasure he' ll take her life, | |
An axe in hand he chopped the body of an aging, nagging wife, | |
Listen for the frozen screams they are out there somewhere, | |
Ready waiting to be heard by those who do believe, | |
Into a freezer he placed the corpse now bagged and stored like meat, | |
Her head and torso torn apart the hands, the legs, the feet, | |
Without remorse he now prepares to leave this all behind, | |
He sits and waits his lover' s call to secretly arrive, | |
But his wife belonged to voodoo and the story took a turn, | |
With sweet revenge his life was lost by her dead and broken corpse, | |
Without a warning his lover crept into the horror house, | |
She searched for him most everywhere then came amongst his corpse, | |
The mistress' s mind was pouring out but terror was not complete, | |
For all around her possessed limbs came rabid for her life, | |
With the axe he used to kill her once she swung to stop the bones, | |
But on her throat the grip of death was quickly taking hold, | |
She chopped at limbs one thousand times and fell into a trance, | |
This final vision of that night still lives inside her head, | |
In asylum now she sits alone with a story unbelieved, | |
There was no body of a woman found only a strangled man, | |
Deep down inside there is the truth but others they see guilt, | |
Around her doctors find her world insane without a doubt, | |
Frozen screams, listen for frozen screams... |