Rapture - Creation of Death 04:34


Creation of Death


A corpse lies on a bed of blood 
It's face bashed in by the beatings of mi fists 
Its rendered damp air 
Reminds me of every sound 
Each of this sounds translated into notes 
This pain travels 
Through a perfect sound wave 
And rhythm recalls death 

I can listen to every blow 
Of its head against the floor 
Leading me to compose this raw art 
I can listen to every blow 
Of its head against the floor 
Leading me to compose this raw death 

A corpse lies on a bed of blood 
This blood scours my face 
So aching and warm 

A corpse lies on a bed of blood 
It's face bashed in by the beatings of mi fists 
Its rendered damp air 
Reminds me of every sound 
Each of this sounds translated into notes 
This pain travels 
Through a perfect sound wave 
And rhythm recalls... death

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