Текст песни Dysphoria - Mourning Chorus
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Doom... Another soul brought to it`s fateLoss... Punishment I createThey are all so thoughtlessBrought down by their own sins.Run from the sickness that lays in your veinsThe dark path forbids you to cure yourselfYour-Self...Voice of fate, Trembles in fearAs the Mourning Chorus Draws to a close.Taken a back from your life, Crippled with diseaseBy the stagnant blood that kills from withinFind the reason or path for the cure you do not knowPunish the few that have the strength to endure it ThroughGraves of long dead menYour end now beacons.Played out to the end, Could you ask for much moreThat this game to be played to a rotten, stinking corpseThere`s no life to be gained and the pain is too greatRotting flesh that remains, Is the final : END OF ME