GrewSum - Land Of The Deceased lyrics
[GrewSum - Land Of The Deceased lyrics]
A young happy couple freshly married
Just bought the old house by the cementary
The neighborhood knows that it's extra scary
For it is way too close
Where the dead get bureid
But you know young peaople
They won't never listen
So they purchase and are excited for
Place they could live in
A new place they could call their own
But no matter what they think
This is not their home
What they didn't know
Is the stories were true
Bout the past residents and how
They met their doom
And how all past residence resumed
To occupy the walls and all of the rooms
But all this they will find out soon
As the sun gives birth to
The light of the moon
If they were smart they knew
But they're not
So this spot will be their toomb
Within this walls lives dozens of souls
No matter what you belive
This is their house where they live
Since before we were kids
And they live in the air you breathe
So if you choose to stay and not move away
You may not ever get chance to leave
This apparitions have great tradition
Of adding victims to the land of the deceased
The first night there
They were pulled from their dreams
By what seemed to be a distant screams
Coming from a window they
Ain't open that day
The same window that overlook the graves
They looked out, and saw nothing
But the women scream just kept coming
They figured they should check it out
They threw on their coats and
They left their house
As they walk trough the cementary gates
They had no idea they're meet their fate
Above every grave sat an apparition
And every single one was
In horrible condition
They both scream as that violent souls
Open the ground beneth them
To swallow them whole they were warned
But just laughed at the tales
Now that old house is back up for sale
Within this walls lives dozens of souls
No matter what you belive
This is their house where they live
Since before we were kids
And they live in the air you breathe
So if you choose to stay and not move away
You may not ever get chance to leave
This apparitions have great tradition
Of adding victims to the land of the deceased
Just bought the old house by the cementary
The neighborhood knows that it's extra scary
For it is way too close
Where the dead get bureid
But you know young peaople
They won't never listen
So they purchase and are excited for
Place they could live in
A new place they could call their own
But no matter what they think
This is not their home
What they didn't know
Is the stories were true
Bout the past residents and how
They met their doom
And how all past residence resumed
To occupy the walls and all of the rooms
But all this they will find out soon
As the sun gives birth to
The light of the moon
If they were smart they knew
But they're not
So this spot will be their toomb
Within this walls lives dozens of souls
No matter what you belive
This is their house where they live
Since before we were kids
And they live in the air you breathe
So if you choose to stay and not move away
You may not ever get chance to leave
This apparitions have great tradition
Of adding victims to the land of the deceased
The first night there
They were pulled from their dreams
By what seemed to be a distant screams
Coming from a window they
Ain't open that day
The same window that overlook the graves
They looked out, and saw nothing
But the women scream just kept coming
They figured they should check it out
They threw on their coats and
They left their house
As they walk trough the cementary gates
They had no idea they're meet their fate
Above every grave sat an apparition
And every single one was
In horrible condition
They both scream as that violent souls
Open the ground beneth them
To swallow them whole they were warned
But just laughed at the tales
Now that old house is back up for sale
Within this walls lives dozens of souls
No matter what you belive
This is their house where they live
Since before we were kids
And they live in the air you breathe
So if you choose to stay and not move away
You may not ever get chance to leave
This apparitions have great tradition
Of adding victims to the land of the deceased