Hellbound, by Neseblod Subscribe to rss feed for Neseblod

Once again I'm here, alone
Cold into my rotten bones
Dirty, tired, sad and hungry
Why won't someone come and find me?

Drunken bastard, yes, I am!
Drinking just to drown my pain
Something screams through lonesome nights
Takes me through an inner fright

The coldest hands are made of wind
Greed must be the dirtiest sin
I have sinned, oh, wash my face
Lord, have mercy on my case!

Leave my body cold to-night
'Till the sun is shining bright
And all you'll find's an empty shell
My soul is already in Hell
Posted: 2006-09-19 12:58:02 UTC

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