The lord of disease, breathes a cold breeze That shivers through your flesh, like a pestilence Useless are your pleas, as it brings you to your knees The cold draft of death, will take your final breath Unseen terror, wicked scythe bearer The shadow that waits at your grave All hope is lost, you'll never be saved The taker of life, burdens you with ill The throes of death, send an icy chill Left to anguish, in feverish pain Misery and sorrow, eternal bane Clammy and cold, frigid to the bone The shadow that waits at your grave All hope is lost, you'll never be savedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
