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PERFORMING ARTISTS
LIVLØS
LIVLØS
Performer
Franz Posch
Franz Posch
Electric Guitar
Thomas Dannemand Jensen
Thomas Dannemand Jensen
Drums
Søren Philip Frambo
Søren Philip Frambo
Electric Bass Guitar
Kenneth Søe Breinbjerg
Kenneth Søe Breinbjerg
Electric Guitar
Niklas Lykke Frederiksen
Niklas Lykke Frederiksen
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Franz Posch
Franz Posch
Songwriter
Thomas Dannemand Jensen
Thomas Dannemand Jensen
Songwriter
Søren Philip Frambo
Søren Philip Frambo
Songwriter
Kenneth Søe Breinbjerg
Kenneth Søe Breinbjerg
Songwriter
Niklas Lykke Frederiksen
Niklas Lykke Frederiksen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Bredahl
Jacob Bredahl
Producer
Tue Madsen
Tue Madsen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ashes in my wake May clouds collide Pour the flood and wash the filth away Anguish of the past Obscures the light In this cold black I shall remain Ghosts of days gone by descend Someone absolve me of torment Withering as I feel it fester Scabbing flesh blowing in the freezing wind Pale dead hands pull me under the surface Coloring my skin grey with all I abhor within How could I fall so low Into the abyss I call my soul Antipathy surrounds me as my eyes eclipse Calamity Is drawing near It engulfs and nails me to obscurity Condemnation It comes for us all It comes for me Inside my mind it crawls Withering as I feel it fester Scabbing flesh blowing in the freezing wind Pale dead hands pull me under the surface Coloring my skin grey with all I abhor within Tortured souls Swallowing me whole And I walk this path Of bodies with ashen skin I am the product of my own hubris I carry the disease of my own doing It thrives and feeds On agony and pain Till all that remains Is rot and ruin Drowning in the dust of decay Once the predator Now the prey Oh sweet death How I yearn Annihilate me from the face of the earth Strip the flesh from my bone Strike me down with fire and stone Burn me as the bridges I've burned May death finally Set me free Withering as I feel it fester Scabbing flesh blowing in the freezing wind Pale dead hands pull me under the surface Coloring my skin grey with all I abhor within Tortured souls Swallowing me whole And I walk this path Covered in Ashen skin
Writer(s): Niklas Lykke Frederiksen, Thomas Dannemand Jensen, Franz Aleksander Posch, Kenneth Breinbjerg, Soeren Philip Frambo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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