Elegy For The Forgotten by Violent Chapter Lyrics
I, I am the sinner
The fallen from grace, forgotten my name
Deceiver, dark is the con of man
Where I belong darkness and light are the same
Abandon all hope ye who enter here
The dead don't suffer the living to live
Once you enter you may never leave
And your voice has no volume here
Sever the limbs of humanity
Tear off the flesh of the earth
And I can't silence the cries
These words are weapons and the voice of a prophecy
It will be written in blood this mundane elegy
This skin is only a bag of blood, a coffin for my soul
This life is a curse that grabs you by the throat
Time is the fire in which the world burns
Idle hands for the devil's work
End this travail a day without death
Only in darkness aill I find myself
Life is so fucking strange
It starts with a cry only to end in the grave
Sever the limbs of humanity
Tear off the flesh of the earth
These words are weapons and the voice of a prophecy
It will be written in blood this mundane elegy
This skin is only a bag of blood, a coffin for my soul
This life is a curse that grabs you by the throat
Death is a pathway
The fallen from grace, forgotten my name
Deceiver, dark is the con of man
Where I belong darkness and light are the same
Abandon all hope ye who enter here
The dead don't suffer the living to live
Once you enter you may never leave
And your voice has no volume here
Sever the limbs of humanity
Tear off the flesh of the earth
And I can't silence the cries
These words are weapons and the voice of a prophecy
It will be written in blood this mundane elegy
This skin is only a bag of blood, a coffin for my soul
This life is a curse that grabs you by the throat
Time is the fire in which the world burns
Idle hands for the devil's work
End this travail a day without death
Only in darkness aill I find myself
Life is so fucking strange
It starts with a cry only to end in the grave
Sever the limbs of humanity
Tear off the flesh of the earth
These words are weapons and the voice of a prophecy
It will be written in blood this mundane elegy
This skin is only a bag of blood, a coffin for my soul
This life is a curse that grabs you by the throat
Death is a pathway