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Eboncrown - They Dance in Hell (feat. Bernth & Krimh) Lyrics



Eboncrown - They Dance in Hell (feat. Bernth & Krimh) Lyrics




Once again, ravings spilling from my very own minds basement
A filthy dark hole, so devoid of the needed light
In the dead of night obscenity is revealed
Like blood from a scab that's scratched to never heal
Beguile denial!
With a heart rate well increased, so breathlessly
As the beauty f*cks the beast, in ecstasy
They dance in hell!
Laced with disgrace, such a cold embrace
Under the spell!
Disturbed yet camouflaged ilk
Scowl and see!
Forbidden odyssey, almost blasphemy
Still foul make-believe
An opportunity for a demonical spree
Poem for the fallen
In the words of the sullen
Poem for the fallen
In the words of the sullen
Cold sweat, tingling thoughts of an old threat
Terror got her all wet, lecherous sympathy
In the end all it comes down to are dreary memories
So sick of seeing them through, so my choice this time - f*cking apathy
All it comes down to in the end
So sick of seeing them through in the end
F*cking apathy
Apathy
They dance in hell...
They dance in hell...
They dance in...
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Once again, ravings spilling from my very own minds basement
A filthy dark hole, so devoid of the needed light
In the dead of night obscenity is revealed
Like blood from a scab that's scratched to never heal
Beguile denial!
With a heart rate well increased, so breathlessly
As the beauty f*cks the beast, in ecstasy
They dance in hell!
Laced with disgrace, such a cold embrace
Under the spell!
Disturbed yet camouflaged ilk
Scowl and see!
Forbidden odyssey, almost blasphemy
Still foul make-believe
An opportunity for a demonical spree
Poem for the fallen
In the words of the sullen
Poem for the fallen
In the words of the sullen
Cold sweat, tingling thoughts of an old threat
Terror got her all wet, lecherous sympathy
In the end all it comes down to are dreary memories
So sick of seeing them through, so my choice this time - f*cking apathy
All it comes down to in the end
So sick of seeing them through in the end
F*cking apathy
Apathy
They dance in hell...
They dance in hell...
They dance in...
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Writer: Prabhin Velankanny
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Performed By: Eboncrown
Length: 4:29
Written by: Prabhin Velankanny
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