On YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXIsMfqLRdk
LYRICS:
As I rise up from my death.
Having taken my last breath.
My skin covered in mud
My only thirst now is for blood
Woe me
I feel so KOLD…
I feel so KOLD…
I feel so KOLD!!!
I feel so KOLD…
My neck bears my makers mark
I mostly rise up after dark
Now every day I feel so cursed
I no longer want this thirst.
Not me
It feels so KOLD…
It feels so KOLD…
I feel so KOLD!!!
So d**m KOLD
I feel so KOLD!!! x 3
very atmospheric, well done!
Thanks for listening Gaby! I am often able to write this type of lyrics and assume the feelings of what could be viewed as a fictional character; but somehow the songs choose me. As if they are autonomous -having a life of their own, choosing me as the instrument of expression.