These fields belong to no one - no one here but ghosts
And the screams that were buried before the frost
Mouths with thirsty throats, one way to survive
The last you'll ever see: the waking of the Beast
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
These fields of war, this means of terror
Nothing to look towards, this is our emperor
Call my name, Holodomor
The last you'll ever see
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
Famine (The Waking of the Beast) Video (MV)
Performed By: Crystal Coffin
Language: English
Length: 4:11
Written by: Aron Shute, Lenkyn Ostapovich
Crystal Coffin - Famine (The Waking of the Beast) Lyrics
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These fields belong to no one - no one here but ghosts
And the screams that were buried before the frost
Mouths with thirsty throats, one way to survive
The last you'll ever see: the waking of the Beast
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
These fields of war, this means of terror
Nothing to look towards, this is our emperor
Call my name, Holodomor
The last you'll ever see
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
And the screams that were buried before the frost
Mouths with thirsty throats, one way to survive
The last you'll ever see: the waking of the Beast
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
These fields of war, this means of terror
Nothing to look towards, this is our emperor
Call my name, Holodomor
The last you'll ever see
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
Famine take me
I have forgotten my love of death
With last dying grasp there are no words to ask
This is the mourning path: crown of teeth, skin on staff
Into my dripping grave, body on display
Rotting and grey
Writer: Aron Shute, Lenkyn Ostapovich
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid