Floating in the air As formless spectres Born through death Cursing their sad destiny That never seems to be possible Filled with envy and rage Towards those alive
Driven by lust That's never satisfied Longing to feel Things now lost Pouring their venom Into the victims' dry throats Living through them To feel once more
Difficulties too harsh No reason found to continue The journey as a stranger Peace lies beyond the cold soil
River of blood Did not carry far Chains too strong to break Still bound to suffering
Endless stream of images Tormented by those last thoughts Of fear and doubt No peace found under the cold soilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.