Heavy rain drenched canyon Roaring thunder a big tree fell Dogs of nightstorms started howling In red glare of rocks An old church appeared It's gates a suffering monk
Where do I know him from? Face with scars Where do I know you from? But no answer Clang of keys The iron gate was opened Monk standing just behind Invited me to come inside Darkness, dirt, foul smell wafted Then I noticed shreds of heads Yelling in pain Their eyes stared at me
And what for And what for At such night you want to come Where do I know you from It's like devil's house. Chains, chains thrown off Till blood.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
