The cold walls surround the uncovered rotting bones Chandeliers of skulls and forearms to the air they do decay Structures of limbs line the ceiling of this infested tomb Ruins of life lay dormant in their open graves
On the tablet it is carved What you are, we once were Now what we are you will become in the house of death
Bone engulfed the caskets in which more bodies lie Still clutching the crucifix for protection As they will enter the valley of death Cries from the dead can still be heard As Lucifer strikes at the soul The small narrow line between the gates That separates heaven from hell
What you are, we once were A monument of life Now what we are, you will become to live amongst the dead No blood will flow, our bones will rot, we lie dormant in our graves Decaying limbs collecting dust
The smell of death, stale odour lingers through the air Uncovered tombs of rotting bones show us of our future Time is here - prepare to die and live amongst dead Our corpses will rot No blood will flow in the house of deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
