Merlin the Mystic, he guards ten thousands graves Bribe him with a flask but don't give up your name Sitting at the gates in the middle of the night Witching hour, corpse arise, when the time is right Scheming 'neath the moon Casting wicked spells Punish hearts so dark Drag them into hell Breathed its rancid stench Reject humanity Summon dead's return Each day waits for Zombies seeking out the flesh of humans Zombies ripping up the flesh Abandoned the world, a cemetery home Solitude so pure, yet cold and so alone Merlin weepsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
