Our days are numbered, one will be the last, When lived lives start sliding to the past. They await us then under the ground, Those slimy creatures down there abound.
They'll eat us Defeat us They will feast with our rotting flesh We're equal, one's sequel Our white bones they will caress
The feasting starts when we are laid To rest in our crowded grave. In the end there's just a pile of bone, Under cold and lonely headstone.
They'll eat us Defeat us They will feast with our rotting flesh We're equal, one's sequel Our white bones they will caressTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
