Coffin Of Ruins

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.

The fields of death are along the way,

And I know that the dead are 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.

The fields of death are along the way,

And I know that the dead are all I have,

Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth.

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.

And I'm feeling today so lost and strange.

The fields of death are along the way,

And I know that the dead are all I have,

Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth.