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 (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
Writer/s: Calabrese
