Deep in black forests, pitch of the night Seven old witches gather for life Crying and dying from mortal age They seek new life by the tip of a blade
Five pure hearted mortals who’ve not seen past nine Coveted holy to fight father time For what they seek is buried in chest Hearts of the children to restore their flesh
In the night… cacophony surrounds Joyful cries… as bodies hit the ground Take one’s life… to fulfill their own Their neverending… is just beneath the bonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
