The cold wind comes slow and down Bringin' a dark foggy night Reborn from a distant past The day of the live and dead
Killers will raise from the ground Deformed faces, and damaged brains The time has worked to create The perfect machine of death
Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck Till your face turns to blue From death they get back Killing is just what they do
Deathraiser When the dead returns to kill
There'll be nowhere for you to run When you see the cold eyes of death
Creatures that can't be stopped Rippin' you limb to limb A sequence of bloody crimes Dead bodies loosing energy Kiling everyone till deform This way they'll be reborn
Suckn' your hot virgin blood Breakin' you into fuckin' pieces Gonna take your fuckin' life But soon they'll be back
Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck Till you face turns to blue From death they get back Killing is just what they do
Deathraiser When the dead returns to killTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
