Unmarked graves
Under the shadow of the blood moon
A slight breeze howls the screams of the tormented
The stench of rotting flesh
Hanging from the branches
Marks the path to those whom have been slaughtered
The narrow path through the forest cast a grimm gleam of despair
For those who walk
The left hand path
And seek those who are dead
Only sorrow and damnation awaits
For those who are dead
And when you reach the pool of death
That fills up to the rim
You will never want to leave this place
Because you are dead
The stench of rotting flesh
Hanging from the branches
Marks the path to those whom have been slaughtered
The narrow path through the forest cast a grimm gleam of despair
Deep down the grave where the sun don’t shine
Lies the path to your sorrow and despair
The ravens fly
The rats feast
These are remains of prophecies
For those who walk
The left hand path
And seek those who are dead
Only sorrow and damnation awaits
For those who are dead
And when you reach the pool of death
That fills up to the rim
You will never want to leave this place
Because you are dead
Deep down the grave where the sun don’t shine
Lies the path to your sorrow and despair
The ravens fly
The rats feast
These are remains of prophecies
For those who walk
The left hand path
And seek those who are dead
Only sorrow and damnation awaits
For those who are dead
Inside the grave
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The 5th Impalement Lyrics – Forest of Slaughter