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...a cold static eulogy
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Metal
Трек «...a cold static eulogy» вышел в 21 апреля 2023 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Nuclear Blast»)HissThroughRottenTeeth
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Дата релиза21 апреля 2023 г.
ЛейблNuclear Blast
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Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Mélancolia
Mélancolia
Исполнитель
Alexander Hill
Alexander Hill
Ведущий вокал
Joshua Taafe
Joshua Taafe
Электрогитара
Declan White
Declan White
Электрогитара
Brandon Jonathon Schecker
Brandon Jonathon Schecker
Барабаны
Christian Joseph Pedersen
Christian Joseph Pedersen
Бас-гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Alexander Hill
Alexander Hill
Автор песен
Joshua Taafe
Joshua Taafe
Композитор
Mason Page
Mason Page
Композитор
Billy Morris
Billy Morris
Композитор
Declan White
Declan White
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Mélancolia
Mélancolia
Продюсер
Declan White
Declan White
Продюсер

Слова

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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