I can see I can feel
Grim Reaper in the chair waiting for me
I can see I can feel
Gazes of the people turning to me
I have no regrets
Making you feel like my fucking pet
Oh, Grace! My cock wakes
When I remember your blood on my face
Your blood on my face
The end of my life is not the end of your agony
These wounds will never be cured
Those pretty and frightened faces always be remembered
The end of my life is not the end of your agony
Gray days are gone
No danger
No monsters
Gray days are gone
No danger
No monsters
I can hear I can feel
Steps of a bigger monster coming to me
I can see I can feel
Gray days are not over for me
Father
Your legacy shall remain in place
Father
They have become monsters
Fate was written
Lives are broken
You can run, you can fight, take me back to the past
You can run, you can fight, take me back to the past
To the fucking past
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner