The wind is screaming Around the empty cross And blood is spread Across the sand Echoes of choirs Choirs of mourners Chimes through the silence On the hill
Ripped from the cross The nails on the cross Were covered with blood Ripped from the cross
A procession of men In black coats And soldiers on march To Golgatha In the air The presence of evil Crosses lie broken In the dirtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
