Run, hide in the old church you'll be safe These words from a priest who's lost his faith In the face of seeing the dead walk again Outside the rain is beating down As they thrust up from the ground The seek the sustenance they need to bring to fruition the seeds sewn within
Inside these walls of stone and antiquity We seek refuge in this holy sanctuary Disease of immortality awaits as the night closes in
Dreams that seen unreal, a story from centuries ago cast up before my eyes Winged daemons, harpies led the way as the armies of the impaler rode to the city to drink the life's blood and enslave all within Eternally
Inside these walls of stone and antiquity We seek refuge in this holy sanctuary Disease of immortality awaits in the night They rode into the village upon fanged steeds The villagers were sewn with the vampire seeds The were buried undead all in the same place A church was built to imprison them it seemed forever
The cross avails us not, there's something unholy about this sacred lot Ghosts from the past rise up to toast the dusk of the living dead The walls are closing in Glassy eyed we join in the song of the living deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
