Funeral Dawn - remastered
Lyrics
Claws pulled back in dismay Behold the Morbid Saints' last march Lungs now filled with unfailing dark Leaving a whining Shadow in your blood White light, black rain Behold the Morbid Saints' last parade Cascades of ash and swift decay Screaming whispers of a Funeral Dawn Wreaths of black iron, Deathcult caravan Behold the Morbid Saint in his grave Murderous current of needle-sharp teeth Sunken deep into the flesh of the unwashed
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 05:51
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 134 BPM