Look around, look behind you. It's the London's mist Covered by its marble shade. You can't see but the mist
It's London after midnight. When shades hide in shades And death walks behind you. Her skinny hands on your neck. On your neck
You fears covered by the mist Deceased...
I don't feel sorry for what I have done tonight Woe to you who lived in sin and died in sin
I'll steal your body from its grave And I'll feed from your remains I can taste the fear still hidden In your dead flesh. In your flesh
I'm deeath bringer risen in tragedy
The mist is thick, solid veil of death It's the stage for a nightmare
I'm not a killer, I'm just a messenger of destiny Can you hear the echoes? Your fearful screams I'm not a killer, I'm just a messenger of destiny Can you hear the echoes? Your fearful screams
Look around, look behind you. It's the London's mist Covered by its marble shade. You can't see but the mist
It's London after midnight. When shades hide in shades And death walks behind you. Her skinny hands on your neck. On your neck
You fears covered by the mist Deceased...
The mist is thick, solid veil of death It's the stage for a nightmare
I'm not a killer, I'm just a messenger of destiny Can you hear the echoes? Your fearful screams I'm not a killer, I'm just a messenger of destiny Can you hear the echoes? Your fearful screamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
