Wandering Soul Songtext
von Creeping Flesh

A message meant to sow despair
Defect to escape this senselessness
Hear the sound of their sorrow
The wailing of the dead

The dead
The dead

No sticks burned
No comfort given
No rest for wandering soul
No end in sight
These endless nights
No rest for wandering soul

The alien noise, clashing cymbals
Evocating superstition
Wandering in the thousands
Bearing eternal hatred


No sticks burned
No comfort given
No rest for wandering soul
No end in sight
These endless nights
No rest for wandering soul

By strangers buried
In shallow graves
No rites, no nothing
Disgraced and ravaged
No stones risen
No incense wreaths
There′ll be no peace
For the deceased

No rest for wandering soul
No rest for wandering soul

Aimless wanderer
Buried far from home
Lost and suffering
Wandering soul