Sythe's cold edge thrust Spreading blood on their face Bells toll the coming of their final days Red flowers growing To mark all our tears The pain and the anguish We're planting the seeds
Reaching forward, through the dark Dead, marching forward, much colder than the cud Reaching forward, through the dark Spreading the soilbleed, no return when you're marked
Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds
Rot and corrosion The throth in your lungs There is no release Gasp despair through the mud Red flowers growing To mark all our tears The pain and the anguish We're planting the seeds
Reaching forward, through the dark Dead, marching forward, much colder than the cud Reaching forward, through the dark Spreading the soilbleed, no return when you're marked
Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleedsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
