Fester Songtext
von Warpstormer

Twisting tendrils
Climbing incredibly high
Cold, black ichor
Bleeds from a hole in the sky

Old, festering wound
Twisting the blade again
Cry out in the dark
As you wake from your dreams again

Cold, cruel laughter
Creeps up on you from behind
Ever after
Dwells in the hole in your mind

Old, festering wound
Twisting the blade again
Call out to your gods
As you suffer and bleed again


These wraiths haunt me;
Crawl back nightly

I′ll suffer these ghosts,
Suffer alone
And will not mourn when they're gone
Dragged down in
This waking tomb
Sweet slumber!
Re-take me soon

Same cold tendrils reaching to grasp you once more
Blighted night-thoughts, choked down insomnia′s maw

Old, festering wound
Twisting the blade again
Cry out evermore;
Let the torment repeat again

These wraiths haunt me
Crawl back nightly
These wraiths haunt me