Rotting Soul from Rotting Soul by Place of Warship

Forecasting fear, a curse within my inner soul

Illusions reaching out, but none of them materialize

The feeling devoid of fear, makes death insatiable

Once again, left to die, I cannot find the path for

Ending the terror, that lies unconsciously inside my head

Eaten by worms, rotting flesh, the smell of decay spreads

Now, my body is just a heap of manure

totally decomposed, reek of putrefaction

Is this freedom for my wretched soul? “I DON’T THINK SO….”

No light, at the end of the tunnel

What am I doing here?

A thousand voices, a thousand lies,

This damned place, the smell of demise

Ugh!

I turn around and start to understand this fucking hell

I haven’t gone away for I’m still here, undead

My caged self, lost, vacant, wanderer

I cannot die, I cannot live, aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh…

• Metal
• Thrash Death Metal
• death metal
• doom metal
• thrash metal
• Uberlândia