I feel stillness and the whisper of souls They restlessly ramble Damp fresh graves like open wounds Wait for their new owners I feel the numb skin of the dead I am the dead Broken bones slowly rot And souls roam like vagabonds A dead horse is rising It's carrying the reaper His black gown is falling down Covering cold pale faces Black hoof marks of evil Lead to the fathomless abyss Red eyes are watching Lips of those who keep silentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
