Funeral Thirst Lyrics
| Song | Funeral Thirst |
| Artist | The Black Dahlia Murder |
| Album | Unhallowed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| 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! |
| zuo qu : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| 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! |
| zuò qǔ : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| 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! |
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