Dellamorte, Dellamore Lyrics & Tabs by Cephalectomy
Dellamorte, Dellamore
guitar chords lyrics
At a certain point in your life,
you start to realize you know
more dead people than living.
At about this same point,
you also start to realize you
will do anything for true love.
His name is Francesco,
engineer of the dead
The Buffalora Cemetary is plagued
by unsettling circumstances in which the dead
rise from their graves
Francesco is not alone in his
quest to keep the dead, dead. He is joined by his mute
assistant Gnaghi
Keep them Dead!
quest to keep the dead, dead. He is joined by his mute
assistant Gnaghi
Keep them Dead!
It was the Cemetary.
Her husband dead, her weeping at his grave
He found love there.
He found her alone
It was over his grave
they found each other
Marble Orchard makeout.
Sex on her husbands grave
He is not dead. Upon escaping
his tomb he finds her neck
She has been destroyed.
The only woman he ever loved
To the grave with her.
To await her impending return
Endlessly he waits until
finally she rises from her tomb
Its not her. She must be
silenced as Gnaghi understands.
Set upon the living in states
of lucid dreaming he lashes
Taking the lives of
those who languish
Beseeched by upswings in
buisness he toils restlessly
All the while returning
the dead to the ground
She returns to Francesco as someone else
Leaving him with heartache and impotence
Gnaghi finds love with the mayors daughter
As she flees with her love on a motorbike
They meet a fiery end with a bus of boyscouts
Massacre!
Insomnia!
Hopeless!
Massacre!
As Gnaghi finds love with the
severed head of the mayor's daughter
Francesco claims to have
found love once more with a college student
No love. She was a whore so
she paid with her life in a fiery hell
Gnaghi looses his love to a
gunshot when she kills her poor daddy
Back to the cemetary.
Lines of the living blur with the dead
No love to be found.
They must leave Buffalora
What exists of the
world beyond this place?
Marble Orchard massacre!
The deaths were mine!
There is nothing. Nothing
left of the dying place for them.
Drive as far and as fast as you can
Until you reach the edge of the world
At a certain point in your life,
you start to realize you know
more dead people than living.
At about this same point, you
also start to realize you will
do anything to escape reality.
There is nothing.
