Dirge
Deadspace (AUS) * Track #3 On Dirge
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Dirge Lyrics
I lay cold
And I can still see that sickening face I once held
In the freeze growing over my heart
I feigned remorse
The torment in my soul
I purged my empty fabled sorrow
With hand in hand encased
And death, the only seed you’d sown
My wrists were bare
As I buried you below this baron soil, choking further
This malice I’ve endured
Projections of my putrid soul
Now I lay cold