March Of The Dead Lyrics

Artist : Spark Gap
Album : The Boys From Alaska
Song : March Of The Dead

Twirl my little windmill
Midnight winds break the silence
Mist falls down it will,
Be the day of the quiet cadence.
When the dead dance no resistance
Here's your sentence.

Hey they're coming and marching and creeping
Steps of lead, arms ahead
Nothing you're saying is touching this rising
You can't kill your own thrill
The lost will rise
We'll make it through the night
All dead but alive
Those who you brought down will eat you till the dawn.

Rise the broken ones,
Wiser we'll soar.
Some day we will fly,
Higher they will bore.
We're the lost, living dead kids,
Self destruction our skill. We create when you wipe out
But our poetry will knock everything out.

Hey they're coming and marching and creeping
steps of lead, arms ahead
Nothing you're saying is touching this rising
You can't kill your own thrill
The lost will rise
We'll make it through the night
All dead but alive
Those who you brought down will eat you till the dawn

Whe're the march of the f*cking dead !

Hey they're coming and marching and creeping
steps of lead, arms ahead
Nothing you're saying is touching this rising
You can't kill your own thrill
The lost will rise
We'll make it through the night
All dead but alive, yeah !

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