We adapt to pain In the hour we'll fight until the grave
As darkness sets on dead cells Crawling rise, to which they fell The dead sing out for my soul Before they hide in their own hell
In this we dwell In this we dwell
We are trapped in blame, in a tower of spite Until the darkness strikes the death knell Paralysed bewitch the spell The dead sing out for my soul A torment thrives this dismal shell
In this we dwell In this we dwell
As darkness sets on dead cells Crawling rise, to which they fell The dead sing out for my soul Before they hide in their own hell
In this we dwell In this we dwell
Compositores: Gregory John Mackintosh (Gregor) (PRS), Nicholas John Arthur Holmes (Nick Holmes) (PRS)Editor: Reservoir Media Music (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #19313187 em 09/Abr/2024