Riding an invisible horse The Hoofs make a lot of crash Accompanied from a stranger he comes to get us
You allow to ride the death on you, you bring him to us, The one with the scythe in his hand. Before he comes we hear... ...the Death-Storm
A biting stench lies in the air He makes us mad, he let us die Before this end comes, we hear... we hear... ...the Death-Storm
invisible but nevertheless to see "We will see the full moon, We will never more escape from you, We will never more defeat you!
You allow to ride the death on you, you bring him to us, The one with the scythe in his hand. Before he comes we hear... ...the Death-Storm
A biting stench lies in the air He makes us mad, he let us die Before this end comes, we hear... we hear... ...the Death-Storm
invisible but nevertheless to see "We will see the full moon, escape from you to be free, defeat you in the mighty gloom!
Faithfully he falls about you Aching you will find out his power Only your last breath remains Before your soul snatches from this godless creature
Riding an invisible horse The Hoofs make a lot of crash Accompanied from a stranger he comes to get us
A biting stench lies in the air He makes us mad, he let us die Before this end comes, we hear... we hear... ...the Death-StormTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
