Hands of death pulling you down Into a hole deep in the ground You'll become food for the beast Many in numbers no release Your blood is spread all around You can see your insides ripped out You became food for the starving Unnecessary death's landscapes carving
Deep in the ground Can be found Graves of hundred Hundreds eaten alive
Tools of death, no one's left To tell the tale why they came For certain death, out of bread Came to work, only few survived In this horrible sight Men died
Tomb of the starving dead In the grasp of the starving dead
Hands of death pulling you down Into a hole deep in the ground You'll become food for the beast Many in numbers no release
Deep in the ground Can be found Graves of hundred Hundreds eaten alive
Tomb of the starving dead In the grasp of the starving deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
