As I walk home from the site Of execution There is a cold wind passing by On this Midsummer Day It sends a chill straight down my spine My muscles spasm Against this cold wind I must fight What could make it this way My breathing shallows as I walk Into the town square My resolve fading with the light Although it is mid day A sudden fire erupts inside Feeling my blood boil And as the eclipse passes by The rest of my life fades away
Suffer you minions of deceit Of greed and treachery Against my curse they cannot fight Their lives now end justly The cold wind blows as though it’s night As the moon passes the sun My life has ended with a blade Now they burst into flame
As time goes by from the day Of execution There is a cold wind in the air All of the days All of the people who were on site Can feel it passing Against the cold wind they can’t fight My death made it this way
Suffer you minions of deceit Of greed and treachery Against my curse they cannot fight Their lives now end justly The cold wind blows as though it’s night As the moon passes the sun My life has ended with a blade Now they burst into flame Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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