Night in the cold You were working at the morgue Have no friends, was alone There was nothing else to do Flames from fire in a room Questions in your head What should I do now Should I run or should I die
There was a room with a corpse of fire Moaning souls flowing through the walls Panic reactions grab your back Heat from flames you begin to burn
You felt the skin fall off Dark memories from the past Memories that should end If you would die
Scarred and burned You found some water After that night The wound seems to heal
Two years later You were walking in the morgue The same scary noise From flames in to the room with corpseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
