Backdraft (Drowning In Fire) - My Own Grave

Tattered tapestries woven by the hands of terror

The texture of dread carved deep, nailed in

Drifting in between unconsciousness and death

Chain-connected hooks scraping at the bone

Dread is the wood of which we build our caskets

Passitivity where once adrenaline controlled

A secret song at the center of the world

The exquisite sound of razors through flesh

The judgement bell chimes for death of superstition

Inside this labyrinth of ameloriate pain

The burning touch of Lament configuration

Slave in the kingdom where carnage reigns

Like a stream of poison through the veins of time

Destined to return as the tide turns

When the time is ripe you will wish that you had drowned

It’s coming, gnawing, ripping

Flesh from bone, torn apart

Welcome to where carnage reigns

Step inside the hellbound heart

The judgement bell chimes for death of superstition

Inside this labyrinth of ameloriate pain

Skin burning from the touch of Lament configuration

Slave in the kingdom where carnage reigns