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The Last Home

from Third Wound by Chemical Disaster

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lyrics

Don´t forget my corpse
under the cemetary´s cold bottom;
cursed is the moat awaiting the dead
as a passenger of this funeral train.

An agonizing howl,
when you meet me in the dark.
Screams of dread echo,
in hell, my brand-new home

My home is empty...
Only an old cross adorns it.
The garden is lifeless;
roses died with my profane insults.

To die, light instead of darkness,
to yield women´s caresses on bed
for a black foul coffin
and larvae gnawing my heart.

Oh Almight, crack the tombstone;
set my soul free;
I´ll fail, wherever you are,
far from this gravestone.

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from Third Wound, released October 8, 2011

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Chemical Disaster Santos, Brazil

Members:
Luiz Carlos: Vokills
Fernando Nonath: Guitar
Ricardo Lima: Guitar
Fabio Brunelli: Bass
Arthur Justo: Drums

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