See the old man walking crippled and confused The lines on his forehead he's torn and wiped and used When he stops and stares at you send shivers down your spine Ready to go down into his grave today
The more he sees the pain
See the old man frowning a smile so full of glee The lines on his forehead burns deeper than the sea Body like an animal wounded and in decay Ready for his evil of blood and bread and wine
The more he sees....
When death marched in on you So slowly and forlorn The maker rattles the cage a new life is born
See the dead man rising from his grave The scars on his face the sign of things to come When he stops and points at you, send shivers down your spine Ready for his evil of blood and bread and wineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
