Feeding The Fire, Marching To Hell

Описание: Luister nu naar "Captain of Corpses" – Een rauw en duister nummer over de waanzin van oorlog en de spoken die achterblijven. De officiële lyric video van JW Broken Veteran.

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Over het nummer:
"Captain of Corpses" is een wals voor de stervenden, een schreeuw vanuit de loopgraven van de geest. Voor iedereen die vecht tegen zijn demonen en ziet hoe de wereld verandert. Geen medailles, alleen de rauwe werkelijkheid.

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LYRICS:
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The mouth organ wheezes a funeral song,
The shadows are stretching, twisted and long.
I carve out a smile with a rusty old blade,
In the ballroom of bedlam, the debt has been paid.
No medals of honor, just rot in the skin,
The devil is knocking, I’m letting him in.
The shrapnel it sings like a choir of flies,
I see the reflection of death in your eyes.

[Chorus]
So spin me around in the Viennese mud,
A waltz for the dying, a shanty of blood.
The violins scream like a banshee in pain,
I’m the captain of corpses, the lord of the rain.
Deep in the darkness, where sanity drowns,
I wear a jagged and bloody old crown.
(Heave! Ho! Down we go!)

[Verse 2]
They tell me "be quiet," they tell me "be still,"
But the ghosts in the hallway are dressed up to kill.
A soft viking chant from the depths of the sea,
Is calling the monsters to come feast on me.
The past is a butcher, holding the knife,
Cutting the cord on this miserable life.
I dance with the phantom who sleeps in my bed,
A bullet of silence right through the head.

[Chorus]
So spin me around in the Viennese mud,
A waltz for the dying, a shanty of blood.
The violins scream like a banshee in pain,
I’m the captain of corpses, the lord of the rain.
Deep in the darkness, where sanity drowns,
I wear a jagged and bloody old crown.

[Bridge]
There’s no grace for the wicked, no peace for the lost,
I’ve counted the bodies, I’ve reckoned the cost.
The bottle is broken, the glass on the floor,
I’m scratching the walls and I’m begging for war!
My mind is a trench where the rats like to play,
And the sun hasn't risen for ten thousand days!

[Verse 3]
So burn down the stage and let the ash fall,
I’m painting my nightmares all over the wall.
No hero, no soldier, just meat for the grinder,
A psycho, a savage, a grim reminder.
I howl at the moon like a wolf in a trap,
While the universe crumbles and thunderclaps snap.
I’m not seeking hope, I am feeding the fire,
Strung up like a puppet on razor-wire!

[Outro]
So here’s to the madness, the cold and the grave,
There’s nobody left for the angels to save.
The waltz is now over, the lights fade to black...
I’m marching to hell... and I’m never coming back.
Never... coming... back.

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