Septic Flesh
ground zero
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Cold, pale, grey...
Standing still against the change of seasons
Without a coffin, the corpse of yesterday
Ground Zero...
Catacomb of perished memories
Empty slot in this necropolis
Ground Zero...
Not a soul, not even troglodytes
There's not a soul...
Washed away with the rain
All the stains that were made from blood
And the canvas is white...
No traces of blood
Washed away with the rain
All the stains that were made from blood
And the canvas is white
From an artist lobotomized
Cold, as a winter's day
Pale, as a ghost in chains
Grey, as the ashes that drift with a nuclear wind
Cold, Pale, Grey
Cold, as a winter's day
Pale, as a ghost in chains
Grey, as the ashes that drift with a nuclear wind
- Album:
- The Eldest Cosmonaut (EP)
- Communion
- Revolution DNA
- Esoptron
- Miscellaneous
- The Great Mass
- Ophidian Wheel
- A Fallen Temple
- Titan
- Sumerian Daemons
- The Eldest Cosmonaut
- The Holy Bible, Volumes 2 & 3
- Mystic Places of Dawn
- Temple of the Lost Race
- The Holy Bible, 1992-2002
- Death… Is Just the Beginning, Volume 3
- Holy-er Than Thou, Volume 12
- Death ... Is just the beginning Vol.3
- Soundcheck #99
- Hellfest 2008 Sampler