bloodyline - the banquet كلمات الأغنية

mesmerized by the fusty air
somnolent on a tombstone

“you will dream of your poor wife
walking back the heaven’s road

for short as her life
shall be your waiting
for her warm embrace
my friend”
what are they talking about
what kind of morbid joke did i fall in?

somehow i slept and woke up
my hands were tied
my sweat was cold
now here they come
must be my end

“dying is like to be born
different by the receiver of pain
and now it’s timе for you
to cross this line”

paralyzed by the dеadly pain
suffocating in my own blood

“did you enjoy the banquet
made specially for you?

now you take our guest to rest
besides our girl”

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