Lyrics
Muted sense of touch, dig deep to skeletons in the ground, salivating for the taste of our rotten failure
Dig deep to skeletons in the ground, blood burden knows no bounds
We exist in the crack of life and death, this broken world is spiritless and homeless, salivating for the taste of our rotten failure
Gangs of god are on the move, blood burden knows no bounds Burden, to bleed the slain in shallow tombs
We fall to meet our fate, dig deep to skeletons in the ground
struggle in between betrayal and the end
I can hear the dogs in their hysteria, we fall to meet our fate, blood burden knows no bounds
It s a sightless, gangs of god are on the move Blood, in fields of blood
gangs of hate are on the move
gangs of hate are on the move
Gangs of god are on the move, to bleed the slain in shallow tombs
Making enemies where there were none, brutality of flesh and bone, to bleed the slain in shallow tombs
Brutality of flesh and bone, between layers of coma and death, run and hide
Run and hide, this broken world is spiritless and homeless
Salivating for the taste of our rotten failure, dig deep to skeletons in the ground
Making enemies where there were none, gangs of god are on the move
To bleed the slain in shallow tombs, gangs of god are on the move, we fall to meet our fate
It s a sightless, this broken world is spiritless and homeless
Blood burden knows no bounds, i can hear the dogs in their hysteria, to bleed the slain in shallow tombs
blood burden knows no bounds
gangs of god are on the move
Struggle in between betrayal and the end, salivating for the taste of our rotten failure
Blood burden knows no bounds, gangs of god are on the move Burden, brutality of flesh and bone
dig deep to skeletons in the ground
Gangs of god are on the move, i can hear the dogs in their hysteria
Blood burden knows no bounds, run and hide
we exist in the crack of life and death
To bleed the slain in shallow tombs, dig deep to skeletons in the ground, making enemies where there were none
lifeless earthen
Making enemies where there were none, struggle in between betrayal and the end, run and hide
We exist in the crack of life and death, you can be my cradle and i your grave
you can be my cradle and i your grave
Making enemies where there were none, run and hide
Brutality of flesh and bone, we exist in the crack of life and death, i can hear the dogs in their hysteria
To bleed the slain in shallow tombs, i can hear the dogs in their hysteria
To bleed the slain in shallow tombs, run and hide
Between layers of coma and death, between layers of coma and death, dig deep to skeletons in the ground
Brutality of flesh and bone, decomposition