Blessed are the sick and blessed are the ugly As they know their place and strive for nothing. In the world ruled by prejudice the right of life was abolished. Throats of those who spoke their mind are slit. Carry the torch through the darkest cave, in the land of doom, where evil breeds. In the darkness of coffin rests a body so cold. Who was the lord of his spirit can rule it no more. Mournful dirge spreads bitterness and modest tears. Winds howl the song of death. Gracefully a faceless digger of graves turns over the last spade of soil and blows out a dying flame of life. Deadly stench chokes the living ones.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
