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...a cold static eulogy
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Metal
...a cold static eulogy fue lanzado el 21 de abril de 2023 por Nuclear Blast como parte del álbum HissThroughRottenTeeth
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Fecha de lanzamiento21 de abril de 2023
Sello discográficoNuclear Blast
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM100

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Mélancolia
Mélancolia
Intérprete
Alexander Hill
Alexander Hill
Voz principal
Joshua Taafe
Joshua Taafe
Guitarra eléctrica
Declan White
Declan White
Guitarra eléctrica
Brandon Jonathon Schecker
Brandon Jonathon Schecker
Batería
Christian Joseph Pedersen
Christian Joseph Pedersen
Bajo eléctrico
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Alexander Hill
Alexander Hill
Autoría
Joshua Taafe
Joshua Taafe
Composición
Mason Page
Mason Page
Composición
Billy Morris
Billy Morris
Composición
Declan White
Declan White
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Mélancolia
Mélancolia
Producción
Declan White
Declan White
Producción

Letra

Bury me in misery
No soul to hear my eulogy
Bury me in misery
No soul to hear my eulogy
Swallow until you choke on all that's hollow
Into the grave you've buried shallow
Stuck in the dread that surely follows
In cycles born of death
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
Hacking at the tendons until the blade breaks on bone
I would swallow razors and smile through bleeding gums
Fill my lungs with nausea and pray my breath makes me choke
I can feel it tighten, suspended, I swing from rope
I wish the earth to be my open casket
No soul to weep in pain
A sour final resting place
As is born, so is slain
We will mark a grave
A rotten garden pushing daisies
A thirst I cannot satiate
The crypt, it makes me salivate
For eyes roll back into a head
A eulogy now left unread
Before these wounds begin to scab
I'll rub these gapes in salt and glass
Just to remember what it's like
To feel a moment spent at rest
I can almost taste the flooding of formaldehyde
Formaldehyde
This spineless vessel never felt alive
Formaldehyde
Fuck
Hacking at the tendons until the blade breaks on bone
I would swallow razors and smile through bleeding gums
Fill my lungs with nausea and pray my breath makes me choke
I can feel it tighten suspended, I swing from rope
Swallow until you choke on all that's hollow
Into the grave you've dug that's shallow
Stuck in the dread that surely follows
In cycles born of death
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
I wish the earth to be my open casket
No soul to weep in pain
A sour final resting place
As is born so is slain
We will mark a grave
A rotten garden pushing daisies
I wish the earth to be my open casket
No soul to weep in pain
A sour final resting place
As is born so is slain
We will mark a grave
A rotten garden pushing daisies
Written by: Alexander Hill, Billy Morris, Declan White, Joshua Taafe, Mason Page
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