[Lyric] Forest of Slaughter (The 5th Impalement)

Unmarked graves
Under the shadow of the blood moon
A slight breeze howls the screams of the tormented

The stench of rotting flesh
Hanging from the branches
Marks the path to those whom have been slaughtered
The narrow path through the forest cast a grimm gleam of despair

For those who walk
The left hand path
And seek those who are dead
Only sorrow and damnation awaits
For those who are dead

And when you reach the pool of death
That fills up to the rim
You will never want to leave this place
Because you are dead

The stench of rotting flesh
Hanging from the branches
Marks the path to those whom have been slaughtered
The narrow path through the forest cast a grimm gleam of despair
Deep down the grave where the sun don't shine
Lies the path to your sorrow and despair
The ravens fly
The rats feast
These are remains of prophecies

For those who walk
The left hand path
And seek those who are dead
Only sorrow and damnation awaits
For those who are dead

And when you reach the pool of death
That fills up to the rim
You will never want to leave this place
Because you are dead

Deep down the grave where the sun don’t shine
Lies the path to your sorrow and despair
The ravens fly
The rats feast
These are remains of prophecies

For those who walk
The left hand path
And seek those who are dead
Only sorrow and damnation awaits
For those who are dead
Inside the grave