The Agony Scene The Damned Lyrics:
songs made of whispers silent screams like a
choral of the dead needles prick the softest skin
and the breeze screams bloodlust these eyes gazing
over the hilltops burning red the night skies seem
to follow me blanketing me with crowds of grey and
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black the crowd of the damned screams eyes shown
red raise the dead the breeze screaming over the
whispers in the dark setting the leaves in sway
hanging there like a body from the raftors smiling
back at me they wait in eager circles for me to
stagger into the darkness these images that i have
seen they still burn inside of me
Lyrics: The Damned, The Agony Scene [end]