At the edge of your vision Bordering on impression There floats a figure clad in oblivion Ageless never to relent Heartless, never to repent His eyes do ever burn with cold intent Never lost and never late Never tired of its gait Is the mount that bears the herald of fate Fine and sharp as a shadow Tempered in tears of sorrow Is the blade that will reap never to sow
Come to me...
You will be damned, so I decree You will be damned, time is with me You will be damned, run not from me You will be damned, so I decree
He's the damnedest of the ghouls He's the Harvester of souls He's the hand that taints and befouls Be you king or commoner Be you saint or sinner Of your life drinks the Harvester
Come to me...
You will be damned, so I decree You will be damned, time is with me You will be damned, run not from me You will be damned, so I decreeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
