Lingering In An Imprint Haunting
- Carach Angren (2012)You are listening to the song Lingering In An Imprint Haunting by Carach Angren, in album Where The Corpses Sink Forever. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Kill! Here I walk down this godless trench where the corpses sink forever into shallow marshy grounds
I can't remember confronting these extreme forms of violence
Knee-deep in mud, where skies weep leaden tears and blood.
It's hard to breathe within this thick cloak of sulfurous mist conjuring slaughtering soldiers into sickening silhouettes
From this forsaken battlefield no soul can be dismissed
As if the devil is in charge, giving orders from the depths of the abyss.
Goddamn! It's coming hard, fire fight and waves of bombardments blowing soil, bone and flesh apart
Running to survive maybe the last private still alive
Suddenly it stops. I turn and see no enemy. there's nothing behind me!
I can't believe my eyes. I can't believe what I see
A timeless, frozen scenery where nature stands still!
Except for me!
So strange to see a still image of this infernal reality
Staring at shrapnel and bullets with an incomplete journey
When suicide burdens my mind, I'm startled by a horrible screaming from behind, luring me to a spot where a friend of my platoon walked into an ambush, he screamed: "please kill me! Charlie's coming soon!"
My 1911 is too loud, that's why I reach for the knife
Then, again, hesitation! I cannot take his life!
Goddamned fucking gooks! He's captured by the enemy
Dragged away for days of torture, screaming these last words at me
"You son of a whore should be terrified! In this hell I'll wait for you!"
And right before I step on that mine I ask myself: "did he just spoke the truth?"
Briefly I comprehend, all this time I was damned
His grudge keeps me in hell for eternity
Every time I die he waits for me
This is my destiny.
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