Eyes of the Dead

[Music & Lyrics : Jesus Christ !] deceased not dead my fire burns procession of my rotting worms heads in hand and silent moans rotting cloth remains on bones furious yet I ride with ease grand invisions of crushing knees rolling boulders the sound of thunder soldiers rot they come from under hear the scream it's time to die we ride the sea and glide the sky feel the cold rise your feet our silhouette is black and bleak severed limbs you felt no slash mouths are gaping dripping ash brain is dead you look so old hands are numb your face is cold eyes of the dead eyes of the dead eyes of the dead crusted black putrid face all are dead the rats in place fingers crawl in searching birth all around is dripping earth hear the scream it's time to die we ride the sea and glide the sky feel the cold rise your feet our silhouette is black and bleak severed limbs you felt no slash mouths are gaping dripping ash brain is dead you look so old hands are numb your face is cold