Hellbound, by Neseblod
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Once again I'm here, alone
Cold into my rotten bones
Dirty, tired, sad and hungry
Why won't someone come and find me?
Drunken bastard, yes, I am!
Drinking just to drown my pain
Something screams through lonesome nights
Takes me through an inner fright
The coldest hands are made of wind
Greed must be the dirtiest sin
I have sinned, oh, wash my face
Lord, have mercy on my case!
Leave my body cold to-night
'Till the sun is shining bright
And all you'll find's an empty shell
My soul is already in Hell
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Posted: 2006-09-19 12:58:02 UTC |
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