Haunted for so long Only death may own this home Whispers of tortured souls I die a little every day
Death was so silent Defiled rotten remains The air is so stagnant The wind ushers pain through
Brutality form long ago Still hangs in this place The blood has long since been cleaned But paint won't cover a wraith Torture echos through these halls Now only ghosts remain
A kill site for far too long He dragged them here to take their life away Hundreds of violent deaths Now hundreds of violent shades
It seems desolation will never leave this place Bodies piled under his nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
