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Hollowed Ground - Double The Pain

(Verse 1) In the time of the midnight hour, A specter whispers secrets, consuming the power, A track laid bare, where the echoes collide, A haunted melody where the lost souls confide. Through the mist of despair, I feel the ghostly embrace, Tempted by the darkness, in this cursed space. (Chorus) Double the pain, it echoes in the night, A sonic storm brews, ready to ignite. Breaking these walls, with a deafening roar, Surrender to the madness, let it pull you to the floor. (Verse 2) Heartbeats sync with the rhythm of dread, A labyrinth of whispers, where the shadows are fed. Electric pulses dance, like phantoms in the rain, Each note a dagger, carving into the brain. I’m drowning in your nightmares, the frenzy won’t cease, In the symphony of chaos, I find my release. (Chorus) Double the pain, it echoes in the night, A sonic storm brews, ready to ignite. Breaking these walls, with a deafening roar, Surrender to the madness, let it pull you to the floor. (Bridge) Like a vulture’s cry, in the grip of decay, These chains of torment won’t let me escape. A haunting lullaby, drags me deeper still, I’m drawn to the edge, where the darkness can kill. Ghostly fingers trace, along the spine of fate, In this timeless abyss, I learn to sedate. (Verse 3) Visions cloaked in sorrow, mirrors stained with shame, The echo of my demons, whispering my name. In this hellish theatre, where the lost souls convene, A ballet of despair, on the stage of the unseen. With every haunting riff, I’m lost in the sound, Drowning in the echoes, where no hope can be found. (Chorus) Double the pain, it echoes in the night, A sonic storm brews, ready to ignite. Breaking these walls, with a deafening roar, Surrender to the madness, let it pull you to the floor. (Outro) So let the darkness in, let it swallow me whole, In this ghostly embrace, I’ll find my control. Double the pain, my heart’s beating refrain, In this endless night, I’ll never be sane. With every pulse and echo, I’ll rise from the grave, In this twisted beauty, it’s the pain that I crave. © Copyright Hollowed Ground 2024