Ice Ages - Filthy Cloud Lyrics

Take off high
To fail so low
Just Cattle on Death Row
Don't be too proud to die

Soil your Sand
That's my Command
I'm crawling in the Dust
Emerging at dead End

Your Blast glares my Face
March on steal my Grace
Dead Bodies in between
The Landscape of a shameful Name

I should be so proud
In that filthy Cloud
Unwanted dreadful Fate
The Scar of a relentless Rate

Fly above
A dying Dove
Disable Harmony
You know that's our Fee

My good Right
To execute
Above the dusty Heights
New Blood will make you mute

Your Nail in my Face
Your Claim of Disgrace
So clear is my Remorse
So clearly pure so highly gross

Fligh high take the Lie
Shout out don't be shy
A Martyr to endure
Intoxicated sweet foul Lure

Your Blast glares my Face
March on steal my Grace
Dead Bodies in between
The Landscape of a shameful Name

I should be so proud
In that filthy Cloud
So clear is my Remorse
So clearly pure so highly gross