Man is like a crow on the grave Without movement or sound The silence required by the tomb Peace created by the void
The eyes reflect from the walls Sharp and full of despair The corners of a mouth Hanging down like black hair
This man doesn't ask for a dance His power is in silence All energy aimed at the soul A wicked soul!
Stained by the fears of this world Transformed into a great lion Fangs hunger for relief Blood and chaos
The key is in silence Without silence the beast is free Shelters crushed in the wind A wind of knives and grief
Return to your shell Return to your hell You are like a crow On the graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
