The Agony Scene - The damned Sözleri

Songs made of whispers silent screams like
a choral of the dead needles prick the softest
skin and the breeze screams bloodlust these
eyes gazing over the hilltops burning red
the night skies seem to follow me blanketing
me with crowds of grey and black the crowd of
the damned screams eyes shown red raise the
dead the breeze screaming over the whispers
in the dark setting the leaves in sway hanging
there like a body from the raftors smiling back
at me they wait in eager circles for me to stagger
into the darkness these images that i have seen
they still burn inside of me


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The Agony Scene

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