Overwhelmed Songtext
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Overwhelmed Songtext
A tremble in the air
Hits me I′m unprepared
I recognize the sound of my doom
And with honor I seize to breath
Did not anticipate this butchery
But it matters less than me
As the carrion birds draw near
And my facial flesh melts away
Is this the march of the amazon?
Or the overture of Gog?
I die
Stupefied
Humble and shy
Resurrection denied
Could not wish for sweeter death
But it grants me no kind of rest
The beating continues, the sound goes on
And my corpse desires to move
Screams that mutate the body and the soul
Morbid metamorphosis
From beyond I hear that ominous growl
The turning has begun
Back from the dead with a molten face
Back on my feet in a rotten haze
Joining in on that steady pace
Annihilating the human race
Buried screaming from below the ground
Cannot escape from that morbid sound Wretched bodies flying all around
Now I'm part of the vortex
A prelude to Armageddon
An anthem to the end
But in my dance of death I come to see
That I still am far from free
The shredding grinds me to stinking pile
And I rejoice and once again
I die
Stupefied
Humble and shy
Resurrection denied
Hits me I′m unprepared
I recognize the sound of my doom
And with honor I seize to breath
Did not anticipate this butchery
But it matters less than me
As the carrion birds draw near
And my facial flesh melts away
Is this the march of the amazon?
Or the overture of Gog?
I die
Stupefied
Humble and shy
Resurrection denied
Could not wish for sweeter death
But it grants me no kind of rest
The beating continues, the sound goes on
And my corpse desires to move
Screams that mutate the body and the soul
Morbid metamorphosis
From beyond I hear that ominous growl
The turning has begun
Back from the dead with a molten face
Back on my feet in a rotten haze
Joining in on that steady pace
Annihilating the human race
Buried screaming from below the ground
Cannot escape from that morbid sound Wretched bodies flying all around
Now I'm part of the vortex
A prelude to Armageddon
An anthem to the end
But in my dance of death I come to see
That I still am far from free
The shredding grinds me to stinking pile
And I rejoice and once again
I die
Stupefied
Humble and shy
Resurrection denied
Writer(s): Viktor Eriksson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com