Dead Parade

(álbum: Survival Of The Sickest - 2022)

What you see
What you feel
What you need
Put them down
The slaughtered dragged to the ground
What you fear
What you feel
As you bleed
Mass destruction all around

In this masquerade
Born of the utmost pain
All that drowns beneath
Spawn of the undead breathe

Born into malcontent
Buried without lament
Under their powers we'll flee
Withering demons breed
Blasphemous god

Invaders
Degrade us
Into the arms of the dead

Malevolent
Riddled with disease
Frail destroyed insides
Dominance ripping through the streets
Pale their voidless eyes

And what we're fighting for?
The slaves of dawn, they rise
And what we're fighting for?
We fail the war and die

What you see
What you feel
What you need
Put them down
The slaughtered down to the ground
What you fear
What you feel
As you bleed
Mass destruction all around

In this masquerade
Call of the dead parade
All that cower beneath
Spawn of the undead breathe

Born into malcontent
Buried without lament
Under their powers we'll flee
Withering demons breed

Righteous falling down

Your god eternal fiction
Demonic wars affliction
Defining gore addiction
Your god eternal fiction
Your god eternal fiction
Your god eternal fiction
Your god eternal fiction

And what we're fighting for?
The slaves of dawn, they rise
And what we're fighting for?
We fail the war and die

The slaves of dawn
The slaves of dawn they rise