Hellbound

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By 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

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