Calabrese - Coffin of Ruins Lyrics
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Coffin of Ruins
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What Are The Lyrics For Coffin of Ruins By Calabrese?
Thrust into black, whirling deep locomotion
Crushed under stone and rubble demolition Raw nerves collide, under dark premonitions Home is a tomb of black smoke, burning coffins, yeah And I'm feeling today So lost and strange (lost and strange) The fields of death are along the way And I know that the dead Are all I have (all I have) Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth You will find the casket empty after midnight A madman at your door, in the morning of tomorrow The shadows speak, the candles wave when no one's there My murdered life, the ravens fly, and I am alone and nobody cares And I'm feeling today So lost and strange (lost and strange) The fields of death are along the way And I know that the dead Are all I have (all I have) Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth Whoa-whoa Fear in his heart that drove the madness Putrid decay, grinning maggots Life that fades away from twisted bodies A corpse of blue ooze from the coffin, yeah And I'm feeling today So lost and strange (lost and strange) The fields of death are along the way And I know that the dead Are all I have (all I have) Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth Whoa-whoa |
Who Wrote Coffin of Ruins By Calabrese?
Robert Andrew Calabrese, James Patrick Calabrese Jr, David Joseph Calabrese
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What's The Duration Of The Coffin of Ruins By Calabrese?The duration of Coffin of Ruins is 3:01 minutes and seconds. |
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