Crisis Lyrics
"Blood Burden"

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I can hear the dogs in their hysteria,
salivating for the taste of our rotten failure.

Brutality of flesh and bone,
making enemies, where there were none!
Gangs of God are on the move,
to bleed the slain in shallow tombs.

You can be my cradle, and I your grave!
Captivated, we fall to meet our fate,
between layers of coma and death, in fields of blood,
it's a sightless, soundless, muted sense of touch.

This broken world is spiritless and homeless,
burning in the wreckage of its own damn coldness...

Brutality of flesh and bone,
making enemies, where there were none!
Gangs of hate are on the move,
to bleed the slain in shallow tombs!

We exist, in between, the crack of life and death,
struggle in between betrayal and the end.
Grasping dry lifeless earthen decomposition.
Run and hide your flesh is no haven from suffocation.

Blood Burden,
knows no bounds,
dig deep to skeletons in the ground.
Blood Burden,
knows no bounds.
This song is from the album "Like Sheep Led To Slaughter".