The coffins are open Bony hands curse the fog They rise above their graves – bloodthirsty souls Their skin so pale and white Their eyes of blackest black Vampires of society are hunting through the land Out of the night Out of the dark Sly from behind They seek your fall They enter your mind They blind your eyes They want you faceless In their rows They wanna feast upon your soul You shall become one of their spawns Soul cannibals on the prowl Beware of their evil claws Tally ho! Heads are gonna roll They rule with a stonecold heart Warlocks of the plot Weak minds are their prey to gain power Stand for what you are And not what they want you to be Stand strong and you’ll escape Your brain’s lobotomyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
