taking a stand, weather comes rough
coffins flying and death is dying
flesh is rotting with fear in mind
rough weather comes right through
coffins flying and flesh is dying
peace for those haunted minds
dwelling souls roaming free
with flesh that's dying
coffins all flying round and round
thunder booms so, so loudly
lightning striking these poor souls
weather's coming, prepare yourselves
the flesh is dying and the coffins are flying
nooses are hanging and nobody's free
safe and sound is just a myth
corpses fly from the coffins bleeds death
starlit night, moon shines bright
my path is paved though the road is mine
the moon lights up these holes in the ground
dying flesh and possessive coffins
the smell of bodies burns through the night
rotting corpses and dying humans
our flesh is dying every second of the day
a coffin of gold yeah it's broken now
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