Land Of The Dead Songtext

The Accursed

von Seasons Of The Scythe

Land Of The Dead Songtext
Now is my time to rise, from the ashes of the chosen one.
A withered soul in the body of a bastard son,
this dark ensures that you can see,
the hate I carry falls on me.
Rise, from your graves
and walk the land in which you have enslaved
Rise from your graves
and find new ways to bring you pain.
I feel the pain of misery,
the screams of sorrow devours me.
you think it will take away the pain.
skinned alive I feel the strain
if you chose who lives or dies,
forgive and forget what dies inside.,
Rise, from your graves
and walk the land in which you have enslaved
Rise from your graves
and find new ways to bring you pain.
When all is said and done
Know your pain you are the one.
I've failed to see,
your sorrow falls on me,
I feed on dreams,
from the likes of which you've never seen.
Welcome to the land of the dead....
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