Cannibal Corpse - Bloodlands Lyrics
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Bloodlands
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What Are The Lyrics For Bloodlands By Cannibal Corpse?
[Music: Webster]
[Lyrics: Webster] I am lost and sickened Disoriented by this bleak environment How I came to be here escapes my memory This is a desert, deep scarlet grains Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky Gale force winds pepper my face The sand tastes foul, the sand tastes like blood Savagely cruel, barren expanse, the atmosphere, a caustic fog Every breath reminds me of pain Dust of dried blood filling my lungs On the horizon I see a chasm, a distant pulse begins to beat [Lead - Owen] Suddenly a flash, specter of the past Vision of mass murder, torrents of blood The vision quickly ends, the wasteland still beckons Plodding toward the chasm I hear rushing liquid My mind cannot conceive, the massacre I behold An infinite river of cadavers, buoyant in their own blood Vertigo engulfs my brain as my body fails and drops [Lead - Barrett] A million corpses staring Straining to survive, limbs flailing in the blood Grapple with headless bodies Hands of the dead are pulling me downward Drowning in this river Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke Situation hopeless I submit to the fury of the river Paralyzed with terror Thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind Conscious on their level Every tortured death is experienced at once Drowning in their anguish Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain Vengeful corpses shrieking Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide |
Who Wrote Bloodlands By Cannibal Corpse?
A. Webster
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