Album Name : Murders Most Foul - EP
Release Date : 2011-06-06
Song Duration : 3:55
Morgue Orgy Scared To Death Of My Own Face
THE MOON CREEPS FROM BEHIND THE CLOUDS AS THE IMPENDING TERROR DRAWS NEAR
CURSE THE NIGHT WHEN I DRANK FROM THE WEREWOLF’S FOOTPRINT
NOW MY VEINS ARE RAGING WITH FEAR
MY BONES STRETCH TO THE POINT OF BREAKING
UNBEARABLE PAIN AS MY SKIN CONTORTS
I WEEP AND LET OUT THESE GHASTLY SHRIEKS
IT FEELS LIKE I’M DYING FROM WITHIN
I ROB THE GRAVES OF THE PEOPLE MOST RECENTLY DECEASED
IT TAKES AWAY THE PAIN AND GUILT OF TAKING A LIFE
THRASHING AROUND, METAMORPHOSIS
WHERE THE HELL IS THE MIRROR IN THIS GOD DAMN PLACE
THERE’S NO WAY I CAN SEE MY REFLECTION
BECAUSE I’M TOO SCARED TO DEATH OF MY OWN FACE
THIS IS NO LYCANTHROPY, TEAR MY SKIN AND SEE THE BEAST WITHIN
THERE WILL BE NO EXHUMATION TONIGHT BECAUSE THERE’S NOT A GRAVEYARD IN SIGHT
SHAPESHIFTING, ANTHROPOMORPHIC
THIS HOUSE IS SAFE GUARDED BY THE LONELY MOUNTAIN ASH
MELANCHOLIC, MANIC DEPRESSIVE
MUST FIND A WAY TO END MY OWN LIVING HELL
MY LOVE WILL YOU PLEASE DO FOR ME THIS DEED MOST GRIM AND SICKENING
THIS SILVER BLADE TIPPED WITH MERCURY MUST END MY TORTURED LIFE
REMEMBER ME AS MAN NOT BEAST AND BURY ME SO VERY DEEP
INTO THE GROUND WHERE MAGGOTS FEAST
THEY WILL NEVER KNOW MY NAME