Ghostly parade flow of castaways Onslaught of sadness and your name behind The young, the martyr and the unnameable Condemned by all gods to an irrational pain Bright is the crime on the verge of your hands They’ll hand out their wealth and their book of prayers For a taste of slavery in its purest form Leave heathen rites in forsaken lands
Have a look around and tell me, is it worth it?...
They’ll kill you, they’ll kill you, a thousand times they’ll kill you…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
